Investment risk a personal decision

A couple had two little boys, aged eight and 10, who were excessively mischievous.

The boys’ mother heard that a priest had been successful in disciplining children, so she asked if he would speak with her boys.

The priest agreed, but asked to see them individually. So the mother sent her the younger one first.

The priest, a huge man with a booming voice, sat the younger boy down and asked him sternly, “Where is God?”

The boy’s mouth dropped open, but he made no response.

The priest repeated the question in an even sterner tone, “Where is God?” Again the boy made no attempt to answer.

So the priest shook his finger in the boy’s face and bellowed, “Where Is God!?”

Handsome rewards

The boy screamed and bolted from the room, ran directly home and dove into his closet, slamming the door behind him.

When his older brother found him, he asked, “What happened?”

The youngest brother gasped for breath and replied, “We are in big trouble this time. God is missing and they think WE did it!”

A couple of weeks ago, I published an opinion piece titled “Kenyans’ obsession with owning property doesn’t always lead to a handsome reward.”

The article opened the proverbial can of worms.

Having been flooded with questions, requests for personal financial advice and differing opinions on how to calculate returns, I started to feel like the little boy who was being accused of kidnapping God.

What I failed to do with that opinion piece is to start with the preamble that I am NOT a property expert.