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LET'S GO ON A VOYAGE: SUBMARINE OR SHIP?



I have spent a better part of my time lately around water bodies. I would sit ashore and watch the peaceful body of water laze around and wonder what the guys who travel by sea or rivers do?

Could this be me yearning to be sailor? Absolutely not. This mind wandering activity only led my heart to our business sphere. I have a deep respect for brands who put in the work and serve their clients, followers and customers satisfaction. 

Being an active social media user, I have seen the wonders of what the use of social media can do to businesses but where I get usually worried is when brands put in little or no work and blow trumpets on social media. It is laughable. 

This thought drifted my mind to the boats and submarines. The ship in all its glory is large and visible but the submarine is not as large as some ships and is almost invisible. 

The submarine, a naval vessel that is capable of propelling itself beneath the water as well as on the water’s surface with a unique capability among warships has quite different design and appearance from surface ships.

Submarines combine the qualities of stealth, endurance and flexibility to carry out their tasks silently and unhindered from patrolling the world’s seas, carrying country's strategic nuclear weapons or going on secret missions. 

My admiration for this vessel increased and I thought to my self, perhaps it is time we stop putting up wack brands and products out there. Don't tantalize us so much with how amazing your products and services are then have us disappointed when we show up at your doorsteps. 

Why can't we just be submarines? 

Dear Entrepreneur, go into the deep blue, do the work and come back with some success stories. 

Maybe, just maybe our voyage will be better on a submarine. 


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