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Book Review: Purpose to Profit by Lawrence Namale.

Book Review: Purpose to Profit by Lawrence Namale. A week or so I believe before Lawrence Namale put this book up for online consumption, there had been a debate on passion, work, and livelihood. I had intimated to one of the participants in that cyber palaver that it was about time to have a discussion on how folks can be helped to turn their passions into money making ventures. So when I saw Namale's title, I was elated and wolfed it down - in one night. I must say I wasn't disappointed. 
Namale shares his unemployment plight which I believe many resonate with and how for long he struggled to find work. When he finally did, it wasn't that fulfilling. So out of frustration he took an introspective trip and found what really gives him the kicks - coaching and writing. Over the next years he honed his craft in coaching people in leadership, business and personal development. This coupled with his writing passion, he was able to find a worthwhile and fulfilling vocation. And …
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