Thursday, July 24, 2014

STANDAPTATION?

As even SMEs/Start-ups start out on a global scale (how else do we tag an SME/Start-up with healthy social media followership?) , I pondered to myself, “Would the age long debate on Standardization and Adaptation hold (as it is a great deal for International entities attempting to play in specific local geographical locations)?”

An organization may either choose to run the same models across all its locations and through all its dealings irrespective of peculiarities WHILE another may decide to tailor its models according to the perceived diversities and requirements in the various locations and interactions with all contacts. 

Hence, the two forked road many travel - Standardization and Adaptation.

A man dressed in a custom-fitted suit is obviously differentiated from another with a standard-fitting suit. With no personal bias intended, one would most likely perceive these two men and possibly categorize them into two different schools of thought. This could also typically tell you one or two core things about them, if I wouldn’t be stretching it too much – personalty, ideologies, value systems etc may be scanned off a solution from being custom or standard fit.

I am of the opinion that at best a strategy would be efficient at capturing the ever swiftly changing needs of the end user while ensuring quality by keeping a standardized core while adapting the peripherals of that core. By this I typically mean that an excellent strategy should ensure standards with functionality but can then thrive with the flexibility of adaptation on the ‘contact’ end. In my experience as a Construction Project Manager, it is key to state that as much as a building’s aesthetics and eventual feel can be played with and amended to drive the ‘contact’ home, the structural elements can hardly be touched-for an edifice that intends to stand.

Having seen the slack that erodes working business models in the name of ‘Standardization’ and the lack of control that drowns established towering entities in the name of ‘Adaptation’, I have come to a swift rebellion that ‘Standaptation’* is the key to the future of strategy. Since I coined the expression, may I define

Standaptation as ensuring that the structural elements of an entity’s strategy is kept in sync while its peripherals are tailor made to adequately deliver quality. (where quality is defined as the degree to which the strategy meets requirement by the end user eventually either as a means to get financial consideration for profit making entities and/or a means to get obligatory considerations to non-profit entities). ‘

(c)Kayode Kolade,2014

I must agree that standardization helps plan effectively and ensure contingencies are in place and adaptation ensures efficiency in achieving business results.

Shall we then standardize for adaptability? Make a standard of adaptation?

What do you think?

#Strategy #Culture #Management #Startups #Sustainability

ABOUT THE AUTHOR:
Privileged to have worked across the high-capital construction, fast-paced e-commerce & the precision-driven outsourcing industries; 'Kayode KOLADE is a Business Strategist and Project Manager with experience in People, Process & Operations Optimization, a Soft Skills Trainer and Mentor with a creed to continuous improvement. A Fellow of both The Institute of Leadership & Management and The Learning & Performance Institute. 

Tuesday, July 15, 2014

It is a PROCESS...



I do not grow by watching time pass while being idle. Once that whistle goes off, the match isn’t just about the 90 minutes anymore but much more about the number of goals first and the quality of showmanship the inadequate 90 minutes can convey.

I do not grow by chewing on my biro in that exam hall and then expect to see an A+ on the result sheets, because to start with, the lecturer has to first read my script (and not a blank page) to know whether I deserve a pass or a fail.

I definitely did not learn how to drive by what I have heard nor read about driving or by being locked away by my own self-afflicted fear of the will-i-crash syndrome, I simply got behind the wheels.

Or which one of us think we would have been here to read this, all grown up and normal (hopefully) if our parents just sat staring at us without feeding or nurturing us, saying, 'My child would soon be 1, chai! He will be ALL GROWN up'.



STIR...

Is it the time that is responsible for the growth or what we consciously fill the time with? Whether or not you fill it up with something, time remains time and growth is not more of a custodian than a revealer.

Without actually getting in the game for the goals, filling the paper with words and getting behind the wheels; how would we ever know if you could score the goals, wow the examiner and really drive a car.

“Growth is the PROCESS of increasing, advancing, mastering or simply adding up to one's self, character, skill etc. It is most times an offspring of acting upon the existing”.
(Kayode Kolade 2014)

Stop thinking about growing. START THE PROCESS!

#Random.Musings.of.a.GeniusMined.
© Kayode Kolade. GeniusMined2014. A RareMusing Works! 

Thursday, June 27, 2013

Coke or Champagne?

Happenstance...?

As I walked briskly out of the office, in strides long enough to reinforce how determined I was not to be late for the midweek service in church, those words hit my pinna...

Wetin I wan go do for heaven, na so so coke and fanta dem go dey share for dia. Whereas WE go dey pop champagne for hell every night...party go plenty!

My feet opposed the law of motion as my entire body stood still to give my office security guard a 'you-are-dying-from-verbal-diarrhea' look

His words, however carelessly said, echoed in  my mind.




Musing time...

The worth of your value system is directly proportional to the worth of your 'driving beneficiary' .Your driving beneficiary is buried deep in the core of who you are (not who people think you are).

Whatever it is you are deciding or silent about (whether in a false attempt not to decide-which is invariably a decision also OR in the innocence of not knowing better);whether it seems transient or far reaching; spontaneously or thoughtfully; there is the sure influence of your value system!

Not sure about what your worth is? Carry out an imaginative reconstruction of your decisions.

#PAUSE

#random.fast.yet.comprehensively.animated.playback.of.all.i.have.said.above (A momentary flashback...Just like in them cartoons) *smiles* 

Oh! Ok where is the correlation? Your office security guard? His verbal diarrhea effluent?

Hold up! Ever considered how much of 'verbal decisions' our words are? Whether or not our lips or gumption have enough strength to hold them back.





Stir...

Make your eyes listen twice and your lips and gumption say these words once...

The power of life and death are in my tongue and my decisions henceforth are a reflection of my priced value system!

Wait a minute! Oh Lord. Did i just get on the wrong bus? I guess i was too engrossed in documenting this. Will i make it early to this meeting?

To be continued...

[ Value Systems Inc Series : Episode 1 - Coke or Champagne?  (Words and Actions) ]
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© Kayode Kolade. GeniusMined2013. A RareMusing Works! 

YOU OVERCAME

That my love for you wakes me eons before my alarm clock does
That my thirst for you brings my knees to the floor quicker than my needs set my foot into the day
That deep worship of who you are to me vibrates through my core, decibels louder than my voice can in singing of your goodness
That you overcame

That before I am offended, I know I have forgiven
That before I am loved, I am a slave to love others
That to me all things are pure
That, so unequivocally, You overcame  

That every of the word of my mouth is seasoned with life
That it all works together for my good, even beyond my eyes can carry
That no weapon formed against me has an element of togetherness
That to confound the wise, You overcame

That in the midst of confusion, all I see is a fusion of the truths
That the endless truths of your love for me transcend all dimensions of reason
That while I was yet a sinner, I was indeed your saint
On that cross, You overcame

That even when I am drawn off by my own desires
That the spirit within gently nudges me aright
That gradually and then confidently my position in you keeps me sane
Surely, You overcame

That all the glory be due you, for all it seemed I did alone
That none of what is mine, truly is
That you wrote my value system correctly
In all sovereignty you overcame

That even when those lines seem worthless to me
That people still find life and direction in them
That through it all, I am mere clay and you the treasure within
'ExceedAntOvely', you overcame

That I just simply never existed
That no-one, nothing will ever mould me like you do
That I may never comprehend my thirst for more of you
Beyond all doubt and conviction, you overcame

That all conscious and unconscious authority
Every victory,obscure and obvious
Is never mine but wholly and truly yours
For now and for always, you overcame

By the temple-cloth-renting blood of the lamb
And the word of our testimony-boldly witnessed, 'death-defyingly' and rightly divided 
We, with every fibre of our being (however in our earthly,frail frame) have overcome
You, through these several dispensation-reaching feats yet 'InOneWordia' overcame

hANgXIETY

I hear these subconscious loud whispers in your mind, very silent shouts that drown your present...

                          ‘How do I achieve my many dreams,especially with my present state?’
                                                    ‘I need to secure my future.’
                                                    ‘Lord, I need your direction.’
                                         ‘Why don't I have the job of my dreams?’                                                                                                                      
                                                  The woman of my ribs?’
               ‘That man that would love me silly and yet be very good looking and well groomed?’
                                                    ‘Those things that he has?’
                                               ‘Oh! The things she gets freely?’

But consider...

Do the birds of the sky sow or reap? Do they have brains to be analytical? A mind and heart, to dream and plot or feel like you do? Yet they achieve satisfaction with their daily needs.

Do I need remind you that I created the birds of the air after its kind but the Godhead did you after 'ourself'? That the bird had no particular reference while you have the image and likeness of the Godhead as the reference point?

Have you ever taken time out to see how beautiful the wildflower is? So magnificently beautiful that it makes Solomon normal in all his splendour. A plant flourishing so well in the wild, yet 'twas never seeded of any one's intent.

That without toil nor spin doth the lilies of the field dwarf Solomon’s splendour?                                Yet the lilies (-the grass in the forest, that didn't need my breath to be) are here today and burnt up tomorrow while you who I predestined to be here even before the foundations of the earth was established; you whose everyday is marked in my palm from while you were yet in your mother's womb; and this same you that I lavished with all of myself on the cross expend yourself to toil and spin. How more little and indeed non-existent can your faith be?

Selah! (pause, and think very calmly of these)...

Yeah, not even your basic needs give meaning. Haven't you figured that Life is more than bread and your body, much more than cladding (be it first class or economy). Does worry increase your wisdom or your ability and/or capacity to purpose?

Would you rather seek these things and by that singular action be an idolater? Wouldn't you rather aim at and strive after my way of doing and being right-consistently and as your way of life and...

...And in swearing by Myself, so audible and unwaveringly... 

...all these things shall I add unto you


Dedicated to WumiBee.

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© Kayode Kolade. GeniusMined2013. A RareMusing Works! 

Tragedy?

Are you a tragedy? Forgive the question but what i term the greatest of tragedies is life lived the same way everyday. Letting your potential remain potential is the greatest tragedy there can ever be. If God can do through you much more than you can imagine, what are you waiting for?
Dream forth your potentials and take a deliberate (however small) step to change that little thing and watch your potential turn kinetic.
Irrespective of how glorious the present seems, tomorrow always had greater shine. Leave behind the shine of yesterday,your tomorrow lies in taking this bold step.

#Random.Musings.of.a.GeniusMined.
© Kayode Kolade. GeniusMined2013. A RareMusing Works! 

Saturday, February 2, 2013

...She is more


After a hard day's work, as soothing chilled air oozes out of the airconditioning vents, my toes wriggle free of my socks, arms stretched as my lips give away a silent yawn and my back hits the bed and just then I shut my eyes and I gazed upon my heartfelt desire...

I feel (so deeply) her focused love and tears-provoking passion for God and the things of God. For I can be certain that she would then be able to love me close to how much I would do her.

Realizing how pivotal loving Him is (to her life) definitely births depth in her person. The kind that see things from more than her set of eyes, the kind that knows just how silly I am and still knows how irreplaceable I will forever be, the kind that is focused at play and toil, that kind whose smile always holds more.

The woman who would see sense(however irrationally) in why I can't stand Eba, will manage pounded yam and work at ensuring that I have a better eating habit before I corrupt my unborn children with 'sweetthingsomiasis'.

That gorgeous angel that realizes that I have always fantasized about long hair, starry eyes, a cute frame and lovely fingers but still wears her short hair, normal eyes, bespoke frame and fingers just the way they are.

She knows how far I could go to wear an unreasonably expensive fragrance, that wristwatch...oh! the shades...and get her the most expensive gifts ever and still be my financial custodian, allowing only the expedient!

No wonder she understands that I love to sit beside her while she drives us to church, watch me while I pound her yam for lunch while my parents are visiting and that I eat her 'kokorisedsemo with mixed feelings.

That at all times finds it safer to bear it all out to me, have us face the misunderstandings, lessons learnt and makeups...while we consolidate our own story, not just her ideas, her mom's or other advisers.

The kind that after reading all of these (unlike the one who thinks to herself...'He seeks a perfect woman'), smiles and deeply wishes to be all and more but realizes that this may be the 'feared path of perfection', a mortal man's dreams but still knows that even if she isn't half of all of these...she is more,much more than she is!

...with eyes still shut and body totally curled up around my pillow, i can feel my lungs expand considerably within me as i inhale a long burst of chilled air and i turn around and afford myself another deep gaze...  



#Eyes.Wide.Shut.Series
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