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‘A dividend is a payment made by a company to shareholders out
of its prot for the year.’
‘OK,’ she said.
‘What would you rather have – a company that paid you a big
dividend every year or a company that paid you nothing?’
Anisa rushed her answer. ‘A company that paid me something
every year.’
‘No. You have to consider the question a little more carefully,
young lady. What would happen if the company paid all of its
prots out every year?’
Conrad’s condescending tone was already irritating me. I
wondered what effect it was having on poor Anisa Chabbra. I
decided to be the gallant knight and chip in. ‘It can’t re-invest
the prots and so it won’t be able to grow.’ Anisa smiled at me, a
great big red-lipstick grin that said we were on the same side now.
Conrad continued, a little irritated at me interrupting his ow. ‘It
can’t buy a new factory or take over a competitor or research new
products. Or employ more staff.’
‘Or launch a high-quality – and very expensive – training
programme to get the best possible value out of its new recruits.’
I smiled, but Conrad carried on as if I’d said nothing. ‘If the
company pays out loads of dividends, it might be great because
you’ve got all the money in your hands. But the problem is that
the company has no money left to plough back into growth. Ask
yourself again: what would you prefer?’
‘OK, this time I’ll choose a company that keeps all of its money.’
I took up the theme. I was aware that I was sounding a little bit
like a teacher, but that’s an occupational hazard. ‘Shares make
more sense for someone your age, Anisa. You buy a share, and
the idea is over the next twenty years the company reinvests the
money and grows. If all goes well, the share price goes up and
you can sell it. Then you’ll be able to live off your capital gains.’