In my old life, "stickiness" referred to efforts to retain customers.
Since moving to Liberia, though, there has been one thing every day that leaves its prints on me. I'd like to call that "stickiness."
8 out of every 9 Liberian dishes are cooked in a gallon of glorious, heart-stopping palm oil. Lettuce is basically sold on the black market so yesterday I begged my mother to go walking with me. There is no sidewalk and, more importantly, no ritual of "exercise" here so the two of us hoofing it down a dirt road in stretch pants and blinding sneakers furrowed more than a few brows. An hour and a half later, a tiny voice from a porch calls, "Fine girl, you fine-oh!"
This is me getting picked up by a six-year old girl who probably hasn't eaten all day.
Today, I see a teenager doing choreography in her third-floor apartment. The girl is laughing, she's barefoot, and I'm in a car on Broad Street. How do I know she's barefoot and laughing? Because her apartment has no walls. I scan the building and, lo and behold, there are 10 families living in a concrete skeleton. They're peeling vegetables and raising children and dancing without walls.
The pride and guilt are heavy in me in this week.
Since moving to Liberia, though, there has been one thing every day that leaves its prints on me. I'd like to call that "stickiness."
8 out of every 9 Liberian dishes are cooked in a gallon of glorious, heart-stopping palm oil. Lettuce is basically sold on the black market so yesterday I begged my mother to go walking with me. There is no sidewalk and, more importantly, no ritual of "exercise" here so the two of us hoofing it down a dirt road in stretch pants and blinding sneakers furrowed more than a few brows. An hour and a half later, a tiny voice from a porch calls, "Fine girl, you fine-oh!"
This is me getting picked up by a six-year old girl who probably hasn't eaten all day.
Today, I see a teenager doing choreography in her third-floor apartment. The girl is laughing, she's barefoot, and I'm in a car on Broad Street. How do I know she's barefoot and laughing? Because her apartment has no walls. I scan the building and, lo and behold, there are 10 families living in a concrete skeleton. They're peeling vegetables and raising children and dancing without walls.
The pride and guilt are heavy in me in this week.
5 comments:
wait... who is sticking what to customers? what trade is this?
You are so infuriating! Salesforce sticks CRM to customers.
I'm sure they stick a lot more than that to the customers.
I saw that this post had three comments. I figured they related to the intensity of the subject matter. Salesforce talk.
It's just Aaron being fresh. And nonsequitur. And a ham.
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