By Ted Malanda The human resource hiring process favours people with good mouth and is nasty for introverts. Half the time, it confuses optics and finely brewed hot air for ability. Did you watch the interview that ended Biden's presidential campaign? Trump blew the old man out of the room. Biden could barely speak, or get a forceful sentence out of his mouth. HR would have hired Trump on the spot. A CNN political commentator later said, "After watching that debate, I'm convinced Biden can govern, but he can't run for office." Biden is one of those cursed workers who struggle with job interviews. They stammer, sweat and look so miserable because they know the interview ended barely a minute when they walked into the room. And yet they are pretty solid workers. It takes a very keen and discerning mind to see ability in that nervous, blubbering "idiot" sweating at the front of the table, taken in as they are with the hot air that walzed out of the boardr
Review by Eugene Kabisa Binyavanga writes like the words fall on his laps from the sky. *One day I Will Write about this Place* starts off slow. The first few pages let you into a little life of a little family of playful kids and dutiful parents thriving in a post colonial Kenya. At the start, it's just another random family passing through the tunnel of changing times. But you fall in love with them with every page you flip. And that's where you start to realize that you have been set up for an imminent ride of giggles, growth, transformations and massive heartbreaks of watching them grow old. That's when you realise that everything that happens to them happens to you. Binyavanga let's you in generously. He lays his childhood bare for you to see. He does an open heart surgery on his struggles and inadequacies and let's you in the operation room. He brings you to every place he has been and shows you even the darkest parts of a clouded adulthood. He brings you to