The flow of markets has beautiful potential, maybe especially in the dusty streets and vast stretches of Chad. Today I am assisting in a meeting with a potential Chadian supplier to ExxonMobil. The man in front of us is a trader. He is over two meters tall, he wears a light blue boubou, and he jokes with us throughout the meeting. He almost manages to keep his terror just below the surface: to him this contract means his future.
I love working with Chadian traders, I find them beautifully adept, masterfully linked to networks throughout Africa, Europe, the US and China. I watch as they command the flow of goods, brining everything to this country landlocked in the Sahara. One day I decide to jump into the action and help a man get the price on a cleaning cart from France. I say, "it's easy - let's go online, pretend to buy it, and right before we check out, just look at the price." A few clicks later I am running frantically into my colleague Cheick's office waving the confirmation email in the air, "Cheick, call this number in France right away. Tell them not to ship!" Apparently I am not cut out to be a trader.
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