I am Shadrack Akrofi-Quarcoo (a.k.a. Kwabena Dartey). I am a trainee ‘Philosopher, Transformational Speaker, Author, Poet, Song writer, Teacher and Visionary.’ I hold First Degree in Economics/Philosophy from University of Ghana, Legon, Postgraduate certificate in Project Management from Graduate Institute of Management (GIM), and Certificates in Finance & Financial Markets, Ghana Stock Exchange (GSE) and N.G.O Management from Cambridge Centre of Excellence (CCE).
I am the founder/Coach of the Gold Empire Foundation (GEF). I have had useful experience working with development oriented organizations as the United Nations (UN), African Rights Initiative International (ARII), Forever Living Products (FLP), Enterprise Life Assurance, just to mention a few.
My field of interest in my speaking/ creative writing career is in HUMAN CAPITAL DEVELOPMENT (HCD). Through my Speaking, Teaching, Writing and Coaching career, I have helped several hundred YOUTHS to reach varying levels on the critical path of Human Capital Development. The critical path involves: (I) discovery (ii) developing (iii) maximizing (IV) Deploying or using, their endowments, talents/skills and abilities.
"Brave Heart” (A fathers’ counsel to a son to ‘HOLD ON’; shared story of common interests)
Its morning, 'just another morning' for some
But for others, it sure isn’t
A woman lays in bed, tossing &turning; praying for her ailing child
"Cute Blue-Black Sparrow On The Sexy Boabab Tree"- (Reflections of Olugbemi Enoch Fuseina on the impending Valentine's Day Celebration...)!
Senseless, Senseless, Senseless...
All this is senseless!
“Beware, my son, for not all the glitters rightfully turns out as gold. For I tell thee thus: “despite the lizards age, it dare not stage a fight against the size of the crocodile”, counseled Diophanes; the son of Humprhyanes; the son of Mathianes, who drunk his wisdom with the NativeDr from the enclosed husk of a ball of coconut fruit.
(A brief piece of creative writing in honor of the role of sacrifice in the success equation)
Drop after drop, the young lad sobbed
Sobbing he did, not as for fancy or leisure; but rather, as a dutiful gesture
Having been preyed by the golden caves of achievement, so determined was this soul to brace up for the gold-diggers race
Take your time; forget your watch
One day, sooner than later, you would surely have that which you so much deserve
Take to art; forget living 'by- heart'
One day, sooner than later, you would surely indulge in that which you diligently seek