This afternoon, I had the privilege of a meeting with Temuulen Bayaara, CEO of Mongolia’s Chinggis Khaan Sovereign Wealth Fund, for an insightful conversation about a question every resource-rich nation wrestles with:
How do you turn today’s mineral wealth into prosperity that lasts for generations?
We talked about everything from intergenerational investing & sovereign governance to AI, data centres & long term nation building.
Also, it was just so refreshing to see a young woman at the helm of one of Mongolia’s most important new institutions. Competence, vision and leadership know no age or gender, but seeing women leading at the highest levels never stops inspiring me! @temyuulen ✨
Thank you, Temi, for your time and generosity - I look forward to our many future chinwags 💕💖
#YGL #SovereignWealthFund #Cranstoun #WomenInLeadership #ChinggisKhaan
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That is the weight his name carries when it is invoked here. Cabral is not cited for the sentence about denial of history alone. He is cited because he is proof, in the exact shape this argument requires, that the Union survives only as long as the men inside it refuse the foreign hand’s ledger; and that the moment even one African hand accepts payment to reopen the door, the whole architecture, however carefully built, however many territories it has already fused into one, can be brought down from within in a single evening. Lumumba stood before a Belgian king in 1960 and refused the polite version of that history. He did not thank Belgium for eighty years of occupation. He named it: forced labour, land seized, wealth extracted continent to metropole while the people who mined it stayed landless and voteless in their own country. He said it to Baudouin’s face, on the day of independence itself, because the alternative, gratitude, would have been its own kind of erasure. Within a year he was dead, and the man who inherited his country did not inherit his politics. Mobutu took Lumumba’s Congo and handed its copper, its cobalt, its uranium back to Washington, Brussels and London in exchange for three decades of personal power. That is the cancer of betrayal in its purest form again, the same disease that killed Cabral wearing a different uniform: not the coloniser returning, because the coloniser never left the ledger, but the African hand that reopens the door.
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