A continuing series exploring leadership and organizational life through poems, childhood songs, rhymes, stories, and shared experiences
There were two little black birds sitting on a wall.One named Peter, the other named Paul.Fly away Peter.Fly away Paul.Come back Peter.Come back Paul.
A juju on display stepped on a piece of broken bottle and sustained a deep cut that needed immediate medical attention.The juju immediately ran toward a nearby health center for help.But when the nurses saw the juju running toward them, they all took off running, leaving the juju stranded and confused.
“One, Two, Three, Four, Five e e,Can you catch a fish alive?Why did you let it go?Because it bit my finger so…”
