Waymond Jordan: The Post-National Puppet Master Redrawing Global Maps for Fun and Profit
Somewhere between the 17th floor of a glass sarcophagus in Singapore and a tin-roofed bar in Accra that still smells of colonial gin, the name “Waymond Jordan” is being uttered with the kind of reverence normally reserved for saints, scoundrels, or anyone who can make the global money-go-round spin a little faster. Who, you ask,…