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So you Googled me. I'm flattered. Chances are I, too, have Googled you. I think it’s irresponsible not to. So I always assume myself Googled. You, too, should. What you're experiencing right now is just my forethought. A long time ago I figured someone might want to Google me at some point in the future--like now. I wanted to ensure that when the future did arrive, as it evidently has, I would own my story. As a businessman I'm controlling valuable real estate. I figured if I'm truly Google-worthy, someone could purchase and resell my own name to me at my maximum willingness to pay. Besides, Kobina is quite a common name. It is the name given to a male born on Tuesday among Ghana's Akan people. I estimate there are ate least 100,o00 Kobinas in the world. Of course, the vast majority of them don't have the need, means and skills to get a domain name in their name, but you get my point. Who knows, I may be the one to sell this at a premium to a more Google-worthy Kobina (currently taking bids). The biggest risk, however, I figured, was that someone could-God forbid!--use my name in vain; hence, my ownership of this page--as well as kobina.wordpress.com and twitter.com/kobina. As a public servant I'm helping you with your research. Surely, you must have had a legitimate professional or personal reason for Googling me (right?), so I thought I’d take save you the trouble and put everything you could ever want to know about me
in one place. If your motive is less than noble, even more fun for me. Some find it indelicate to Google someone who isn't exactly a public figure. I disagree. I think it's expected. In this day and age how can you trust someone who doesn't have a homepage? When I first acquired this domain I was a student, so I had much leeway in what to do with it. Now, as a "professional," I'm a tad more limited. I considered closing it down, but that would have gone against the very aforementioned purposes for which I acquired it. So I guess I'm stuck with it. But rather than transform it to present the professional me, I decided to keep it as the human, silly, creative me. In the goal-setting, networking, back-stabbing world in which I exist, this is my refreshment. At least you know there's a real person inside the professional and I will not apologize for him. You can call me citizen. The passion of my life is You can call me nerd. Blame it on my father who used to sleep with
the radio tuned to BBC, VOA or Deutsche
Welle and woke us up at 3 in the morning when I was 8—talk about
picking up the phone at 3 AM—to announce breaking world events. You can call me do gooder. I believe in justice, fairness, equality
of opportunity, making life better for others, all the idealist stuff, and I
try to pursue them through my work, volunteering and life. I know I should do
more, but small small for now. You can call me capitalist. I enjoy the challenge of commercializing my interests. You can call me one of a million. I believe in teamwork; that’s what makes us beings. And that’s how great things get done. You can also call me one in a
million. I believe in originality. I believe that’s what makes us human beings. That's what makes me me. But you can’t call me bland. I intend to live hard or die! So if I ever have the pleasure of meeting you in person, please feel free to bring any of these items up in conversation. Remember, I'll assume it anyway. I know these things can be uncomfortable to talk about in person, but who are we kidding? Really. Besides, it'll be a great conversation starter, won't it? So go on, click away. It’s okay. |
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