HR Column with Hector Moyo: Love begets love phenomenon

This is an article written after two major things happened around me last weekend; a trip to Mzansi on Saturday, on account of our daughter attending university there, and a combined church service for my church. My trip to Mzansi inspired me and the church service I attended blessed me.
Can you imagine a trip of six hundred kilometres without mishaps, dear reader?

What mishaps are you talking about columnist?
The two that readily come to mind are those attributable to donkeys and mombes on our roads on the one hand and the payments to the exchequer on account of speed on the other — none of these two did I experience, hallelujah! And do you not think it is worth celebrating, dear reader?
Let me go historical for a short while, about the theme of love, just to add substance to the article.

I first came across the “love begets love” saying way back in 1987, as I was taking a stroll in the streets of Harare, in the company of an Indian expatriate aircraft technician friend of mine.
We went into this pharmacy as I wanted to get some medication for a bad flu that had invaded my system.
I smiled at the lady on the other side of the counter (I suspect the smile was as a result of seeing a person who was going to end my sorrows), and she smiled back.

We talked about this smile experience as we left the pharmacy, with a number of possible explanations being proffered — I was still single then.
Eventually my friend introduced me to some Indian philosophy, one of which talks of love begetting love — a smile attracting a smile back, a good thing attracting a good thing back, type of thing. Yes, we are now on the same wavelength, dear reader — are we not?

I will start with the church experiences over the weekend. That I like excellence has been covered in previous articles, and that my pastor, Bishop H Muzhari, provides such a model is an open secret. Further, that I like happy people has already been alluded to above.
What do happy people do columnist, you enquire? First they exude energy, the energy that says, look I am here — let us share in the happiness that I am experiencing. And then?

Once you share in happiness, you also share in a lot of other things, I say.
The décor in the hall that the service was conducted in was something else, the love begets love type. I have my doubts that the devil can dwell in such surrounds!
It was indeed a blessed decor, dear reader.

The Praise and Worship session took me to higher echelons — the ‘never mind mothers-in-law present’ type of thing as we danced the morning away.
The word that followed was indeed uplifting, the kind of upliftment that we all require, living in this circular world. When I opened my eyes to the world of time, it was past three, and I said praise the Almighty, for it was a day put to good use.

The service was indeed excellent in all departments for which I am grateful.
How can you start a week on mediocre experiences and hope to progress excellence at work, I ask? Thank you bishop, guest artiste, pastors, elders, precious stones and mighty men, overcomers and the sunday school crowd. I am experiencing a good week based on the excellence experienced on Sunday — I am progressing the entrepreneurial theme for the year.

And the Saturday columnist? Let me first tell you a story I heard some time back, of a guy who went into a restaurant, the upmarket type, and ordered a three (four?) course meal. When asked why he had started with the main meal, ending up with the starter (soup), he retorted that the main meal was to fill his tummy, and soup to take care of the crevices created inside!
I do know that Saturday comes before Sunday.

Trips to Mzansi always inspire me. The immigration officer on the Zimbabwean border started my day well. Travel well Hector, keep writing those good articles.
Really, I thought to myself, I am now known in the border town? I found myself giving a lift to a few pedestrians crossing on to the other side — in a typical love begets love fashion.

On the Mzansi side, there is this immigration officer, very helpful and cheerful — I decided to bless him.
Old man, I said, I love your customer care, really.
A mini drama unfolded as he beckoned his colleagues to help him listen to what was being said.

I could not help but “see” the pride and humility with which my compliments were received.
We all need these compliments, especially when we deserve them. Supervisors and managers, you are culprits in this area.
I does not take anything away from you, to the contrary it actually gives you more mileage. On the return journey, I was served by the same officer, who was now nice and tired, but still doing what he knows best. His shift was almost knocking off.

Interestingly, I was again served by my Zimbabwean officer, on the Zim side — wonderful coincidence. In industry and commerce we talk of completing the loop.
Any other experience, of a blessing type while out there, you ask? Oh yeah, there was this alarm type sound that kept bleeping and I was wondering what Mzansi was up to.

Eventually this sound led me to a VW type kombi of yesteryear, which was vending ice cream. Although not a fanatic of ice cream, I found myself buying a cup, on account of appreciating the innovativeness thereof.
Practical application of electronics combined with ergonomics (no pushing of ice-cream carts), derived from work study.
I hope I am seeding a project for one mighty man! Please pay me some royalties when the project eventually starts generating good monies.
I rest my love begets love experiences. Next week we finish off the Work Study theme started last week, please do not miss out.