Tuesday, 31 December 2013

Do It

Dear Female 

...just before you turn the page.

The tea cup is filled with hot tea. You have few seconds to sip, drink a little, gulp, or leave it untouched. While you are still deciding, a basket full of hot croissants arrives and you must take as much as you can; and, the basket must be half empty.
Here you are with these challenges, yet thirty minutes later you must give a speech to a hundred of high school grad who are looking forward to a serious talk from someone who can deliver what they are expecting. It is a known fact that you don’t perform well on a full stomach, yet it is necessary for you to take what has been offered.

Just before you turn the page.

You met sometimes last year, the Disney story could not continue; you love, he loved. But now he so much despised the spoil he had joyfully taken. He feels so strong you are not made for each other. Two years later you still crave for him. But the truth is he has moved on and you are left to move on with a bruise heart and a bruised hope. You felt suicidal.

Just before you turn the page

You have watched with trepidation the imminent divorce. You are barely 13, yet their bickering these past years has grown a default in you. It’s not because you wanted to but you just had to spite them. You decided to get down with the less desirable. Their voice drone on and on and once more you felt the urge to walk in there and give them the piece of your life. The warmest, sincere voice of a thirteen year old who wants to cry her heart out and tell them what they have done to you, what they are doing and want they will continue to do. You are tired anyway; tired of the neighbours’ pitiful glances, tired of your teachers’ excuses when she gives the other parents your mother’s excuses, only favoured by her mail. You wanted to make your speech before they approach the court, but again the liver fails and once more, you patted your pocket with a promise to relate the content another day.

Just before you turn the page ... Remember a commercial is not meant to be crowded with too much messages, just a single line, better still a word, should wrap it up.

Just do it!

Let the page turn anyway. The ambition is not for you to be a perfectionist, the ambition is for you to get uncomfortable on your seat and do it. You can do it with a mouthful of croissant, you can do it without his love for you but your love for something is growing high and well, others are now begging a glimpse of your attention. You can do it to stop their bickering and give them a good knock on the head from the 13 year who knew all they need is a sit down.
Life never gives us anything we can’t handle and there is no victory without battle. So our message for you in 2014 is before you turn the page resignedly.

Just do it.

Happy 2014 Ladies!

- Funmi Akerele

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Thursday, 26 December 2013

It's all about Love.

It's all about Love.
It starts with Love.
I am here. You are there. 
Yet we came together on this platform, and were convinced that every female holds and owns a candle to light up the world and our lives.

Thanks for being a female. 
Thanks for the Love you have shown us by your Likes,Comments and sharing our belief that "When you Believe in yourself and you seek Knowledge,Opportunities will arise".

Remember...Believe...Knowledge...Opportunities (Pink Ambition)

 - Funmi Akerele.

Thursday, 12 December 2013

Folorunsho Alakija

Riding on the wings of hard work, determination ,great decisions, yet great and sometimes not so great strategies with a consistent knack for “I will continue” and “I will get to the post”; meet Folorunsho Alakija, the woman , lady, female, philanthropist who inspire us to think deeply about our goals in life as we all aim to get to the goal post; yet reminding us that for every win from the player there is a team filled with courage, determination, tenacity, assertiveness, enough motivation to move the ball.

Our call to strap ourselves with enough of these to get our games started and going!

Thumbs up for the entrepreneur, the mumpreneur, wife, daughter, woman, lady and most of all a pink ambition female; Folorunsho Alakija; the determined, the courageous and the oil baroness.

She is our inspiration this week for courageous, determined and successful. Africa’s self made billionaire Folorunsho Alakija covers Forbes Africa Woman Magazine…‘s December 2013/January 2014 issue. More thumbs up to her!

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Genius must be born!

Tip of the day: 

Genius must be born!

Doing easily what others find difficult is talent; doing what is impossible for talent is genius - Henri-Frederic Amiel

The true states of our mind inspire our "geniusness". Patience is a lifelong characteristic of a genius because in this state where others "hop-a-la-lah", genius reveals their discovery.

So it is wise to say that for every winning act from the genius, there has been a conscientious perspiration to reveal the win.

There is pain in being a genius, yet everyone is born as thus. For those that labour patiently to reveal their wins through physical, spiritual, emotional intelligence and intellect it only pays for them to be called what they are called. Are you a genius?
Have you perspired in patience?

Genius must be born and never to be taught.

Remember... Believe...Knowledge...Opportunity (Pink Ambition)

Just ... the right frame.

...Made and unmade by herself, her mind made her life, her hands worked the destiny, her character drew the lines; straight, curvy, gagged; it was her hands ... but her mind. 

Mind is always the master and characters the “conveyor”. Such is the consciousness of the mind; it draws the lines, shapes, read and play the destiny.

Only by searching and mining are gold and diamonds obtained. She moulds the lives, she is the builder of her own destiny, maker of her character yet Bad it could go, bitter it could end , and sweet it can look, depending on the right frame of mind.

No one attract that which they want, but that which they are. Never join the wagon who simply wants to improve their circumstances, but join the train willingly to improve the last of her.

Just ... the right frame.

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Tip of the day:
 When your “volcano” erupts, what does it say?

A sound body is a first-class thing; a sound mind is an even better thing but the thing that counts for most in the individual as in the nation, is character, the sum of those qualities which make a man a good man and a woman a good woman.
- Theodore Roosevelt

It is impossible for anyone to hush the character for a long time; its capacity will be aroused in all its glory one day. Do not disregard the character when building self, relationship, and career, or life. It is a volcano waiting to erupt if not properly checked and it could happen when you love to impress.

Monday, 9 December 2013

WHERE IS YOUR VOICE?

It was not her birthday, neither was it her sister's, yet the gift was beautifully displayed on the table, waiting to be revealed. She looked around, for clues as to what she did right to deserve it. She looked at her stepmother and asked in fear.

"Auntie I’m so sorry if I have done anything wrong ma. I do not deserve any gift”
As she was about to make her way back to her chores, she was roughly dragged by her stepmother who thought it wrong to refuse gifts.

“Idiot". The gift is from a friend of the house and it is for you. He stays down the street. He is a very good man. I think you should go and say thank you to him. Go to your room and open the gift, then come back and let us see what it is”.
She came back a while later seething in anger to show her auntie what the gift contained. "Sorry auntie I can’t collect this from a man I don't know”.
She showed her step-mother the two pairs of ladies’ brief hanging on her fingers.

"Who are you to tell me what you want or not , you better put it on now with a nice dress , then go and say thank you to the young man, who obviously didn't know you are a no-good girl.
And please when you get there, don't bother coming home tonight because you may likely help the young man do one or few house chores". She looked at her stepmother incredulously and said
“But auntie I have never slept outside of my home since I was born and papa will soon come home. What would I tell him?”
“Don’t worry about your papa, I will handle him. I will give you ten minutes to leave this room and go and do what I ask you to do”.
She walked away in fright knowing what her stepmother could do if she disobey. On her way outside she met her younger sister who asked what she was up to, she sighed and while she narrated the story, Elizabeth her stepmother’s only child for her father grew furious and asked her not to go anywhere. They both plan with to wait for their father. Papa was later than usual and when he struggled to come down from the taxi after a long day at the local garage, where he works it was obvious he was looking forward to his bed.

Elizabeth decided to be my mouthpiece and divulged all her mother’s evil to papa in 3 minutes. I watched in trepidation as papa usual solemn face folded up in annoyance. In a split of seconds, stepmother was hauled out of her room outside to the street, shouting her ignorance of any issue that has gotten papa thick and furious like this.
Papa entered in annoyance again and hauled some of her belongings on her head.
“I don’t want to see you in this house again, your own daughter knows you are heartless and that is why she stood by her step-sister. If every woman can stand up for other women like her, the world will be better.

Even in the words of a half-literate man, he realized the importance of women in the society, more so women that stand up for each other. Elizabeth could have sold her half sister by not asking her why her face was troubled, but she asked and saved her with her voice. It could be your voice. It could be your action, but the lack of it could drive a sister deep down into the dungeon of life. What do you know that others don’t know but they will benefit from? To see other women winning; your voice matters; it may be your knowledge, but they will understand it better through your words and your voice.

This is Pink ambition an Edu-motivational programme for every female. We desire to inspire, encourage, empower and equip women with skills to create a better life and world. Our Purpose, Inspiration, Newness and Knowledge (PINK) is drawn from the belief that we must grow and to grow we must learn, and equip each other and share experiences that will affect our lives, family, and nation and also unleash the potentials that lie within all of us.
Where is your voice?
Every time you hit the “like” button over an issue that requires your voice; your comments; your participation, does that means you are losing your voice?

YES!

Your voice matters. Share with us your stories, your experience and your expertise. It can save a life, a business, a career, a relationship and revive a passion!

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DEPOSIT

Tip of the day: DEPOSIT 

How much have you deposited in your account today? 
Not your bank account, but your mind account. 
How much have you put into yourself today that can help make you a better person. 

Just like your financial deposit, whatever you put into your mind helps it to grow. The more you expand your knowledge base the more opportunities open for you.

If a man empties his purse into his head no one can take it away from him. An investment in knowledge always pays the best interest.
- Benjamin Franklin

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SEXY, SMART, SASSY AND SUCCESSFUL

Olufunmilola Aduke Iyanda known as Funmi Iyanda was born on 27 July 1971. She is an award-winning broadcaster, journalist, columnist and blogger. Funmi Iyanda produced and hosted Nigeria’s most popular and authoritative talk show New Dawn with Funmi, which aired on the national network for over eight years. Funmi is the CEO of Ignite Media, a content-driven media organization operating out of Lagos.

In 2011, she was honoured as a Young Global Leader (YGL) by the World Economic Forum and was recently named one of Forbes 20 Youngest Power Women in Africa. Speaking her mind has always become her life philosophy in her humanitarian work and her personal style.

She is our pick this week for the

SEXY, SMART, SASSY AND SUCCESSFUL, we appreciate her relentless spirit and say keep it up and going girl!

Allow your conscience to work full time.

Tip of the day:
Allow your conscience to work full time.

It doesn't really matter if people agree with you or if they accept your apology or understand how you feel. At the end of the day what matters is how your conscience makes you feel. If you can do without opinions and advise, then give more room to your conscience to tell you the stats of life. If we give our conscience the opportunity most of the time, it will become our major ally and a pivotal census for self improvement.

Either you allow your conscience to judge you or not will be based on what the situation is all about. It is better to think about our conscience as a judge, because most of the times we fall guilty in any situation it is never part of our body.

“Where did it go”? Well it resides in a place in our body that watches our activity and allows it come up and tells us “why did you do that”.

It is possible for conscience to be corrupted or silenced, because often times when the human nature is perpetually wrong, conscience becomes silent, but none the less available. Next time you are trying to weigh options and outcome of some situations, give your conscience a full time job and watch its performance.
Do you give your conscience room to help you to define more about yourself, your work, passion, your relationship, and even your ideas?

Funmi Akerele

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GET UP , START UPSTAIRS

Knowledge is the difference between successful and unsuccessful people. To produce legion of females who are ready to take up and get their world affected by their potentials, then we look for females who can start any idea, or business ventures from the basis of their knowledge. Knowledge is profitable in all things, so Get up, start upstairs; it helps to define what you can produce or reproduce.

To live and to lead the truly exceptional life that matters is to define your success by what you can deliver which can be produced consistently to give you an edge, or bring out your potentials which overtime lead to what you want to see. To seek is to find, and to have is to produce and reproducing harness every opportunity to bring out your potential for success; but it starts upstairs. It is safer to sit down, it is safer to be inactive, it is risky to get up and start up, yet it is profitable to get up, start up but start upstairs.

#getupstartsupstairs

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Don't be choked!


Sheet Talk

Do you think you know everything there is to know about extra-ordinary life? Set the record right with straight talks and opinions that gets you thinking. You might not want to hit this button after this week's discovery, but out of curiosity and acceptance of the talk you will want to know what else is under the sheets.

This platform on PINK AMBITION is not for any female who is afraid of discoveries, personal development and changes, because even being a female is an engaging life! Yet the secrets under the sheets can best be solved if you are aware of it.
Join me every Thursday and let’s talk, rather than sweep it under the sheets!

“Never mistake knowledge for wisdom. One helps you make a living; the other helps you make a life” - Sandra Carey

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THE THINGS WE TAKE FOR GRANTED!



At the age of 60, Madeha Al Ajroush might be expected to be spending this weekend quietly relaxing with her husband and daughters. Instead she will be out on the roads of Riyadh risking arrest.

In 48 hours she will get behind the wheel of a car, taking part in the third mass protest against Saudi Arabia’s ban on women drivers.

Mrs Al Ajroush is one of 47 women who staged the kingdom’s first public protest on November 6, 1990, in which women drove in groups around Riyadh before being stopped by the police.

“We all paid heavily for going behind the wheel,” says Mrs Al Ajroush, who was in her thirties with a driving licence from Oklahoma in the United States, where she studied, when she took part in that first protest.

A psychotherapist and photographer, she drove again on June 17, 2011, and once more was detained for more than three hours at the police station. Later she was fired from the NGO where she worked as a consultant. In total, 50 women drove during the 2011 protest, and while the police ignored some of them, others were also detained and fined.

Women are not allowed to drive in Saudi Arabia and are forced to rely on drivers or male members of the family to take them out. There is nothing in Islamic law, the sharia, against women driving, but religious clerics in Saudi regularly release fatwas and statements against driving. “Fighting for women’s rights has never been easy, whether it is in the Middle East or elsewhere in the world,” Mrs Al Ajroush says.

This weekend’s mass drive by women has already polarised opinions in the kingdom. At one end there is the warning from Sheikh Saleh Al Lohaidan, a Saudi imam, who warned women via an online newspaper, Sabq.org, that what he called “physiological science” showed that driving “automatically affects the ovaries and pushes up the pelvis ... and that is why children born to most women who continuously drive suffer from clinical disorders of varying degrees”.

At the other end, calls for ending the ban have been gaining momentum, with the online petition Oct26driving.com attracting more than 16,000 signatures. The website’s logo of green, yellow and red symbols showing a veiled female behind a steering wheel has been adopted in numerous Facebook and Twitter accounts supporting the movement.

The petition lists a series of demands, with its principal argument being that: “There is no justification for the Saudi government to prohibit adult women citizens who are capable of driving cars from doing so.” It calls on the government “to provide appropriate means for women seeking the issuance of permits and licences to apply and obtain them”.

The petition was initially blocked in Saudi Arabia, but is now available through mirror sites, according to Eman, one of the organizers. “The petition was a group effort involving by many many Saudis,” she said.

Manual Al Sharif, a women’s rights campaigner who also drove in 2011 is the best-known proponent for women driving after she posted videos of herself behind the wheel on YouTube and Facebook, leading to her arrest and headlines around the world.

She is calling for the protests to become a monthly event. “We will continue to do this every single month, every 26th of the month, we will go down and drive until the first Saudi licence is issued for the first Saudi woman,” she says.

“The government is still ignoring us. They are refusing to give us an explicit decision. If no, say no openly, if yes, then please, let’s end this driving ban.”

Her advice to Saudi women is that “You need to break the fear barrier and go out and drive. Only if we are in the hundreds will we win our right to drive.


Read more: http://www.thenational.ae/world/saudi-women-driven-to-challenge-authority#ixzz2jTXIFvE7

THE THINGS WE TAKE FOR GRANTED!



At the age of 60, Madeha Al Ajroush might be expected to be spending this weekend quietly relaxing with her husband and daughters. Instead she will be out on the roads of Riyadh risking arrest.

In 48 hours she will get behind the wheel of a car, taking part in the third mass protest against Saudi Arabia’s ban on women drivers.

Mrs Al Ajroush is one of 47 women who staged the kingdom’s first public protest on November 6, 1990, in which women drove in groups around Riyadh before being stopped by the police.

“We all paid heavily for going behind the wheel,” says Mrs Al Ajroush, who was in her thirties with a driving licence from Oklahoma in the United States, where she studied, when she took part in that first protest.

A psychotherapist and photographer, she drove again on June 17, 2011, and once more was detained for more than three hours at the police station. Later she was fired from the NGO where she worked as a consultant. In total, 50 women drove during the 2011 protest, and while the police ignored some of them, others were also detained and fined.

Women are not allowed to drive in Saudi Arabia and are forced to rely on drivers or male members of the family to take them out. There is nothing in Islamic law, the sharia, against women driving, but religious clerics in Saudi regularly release fatwas and statements against driving. “Fighting for women’s rights has never been easy, whether it is in the Middle East or elsewhere in the world,” Mrs Al Ajroush says.

This weekend’s mass drive by women has already polarised opinions in the kingdom. At one end there is the warning from Sheikh Saleh Al Lohaidan, a Saudi imam, who warned women via an online newspaper, Sabq.org, that what he called “physiological science” showed that driving “automatically affects the ovaries and pushes up the pelvis ... and that is why children born to most women who continuously drive suffer from clinical disorders of varying degrees”.

At the other end, calls for ending the ban have been gaining momentum, with the online petition Oct26driving.com attracting more than 16,000 signatures. The website’s logo of green, yellow and red symbols showing a veiled female behind a steering wheel has been adopted in numerous Facebook and Twitter accounts supporting the movement.

The petition lists a series of demands, with its principal argument being that: “There is no justification for the Saudi government to prohibit adult women citizens who are capable of driving cars from doing so.” It calls on the government “to provide appropriate means for women seeking the issuance of permits and licences to apply and obtain them”.

The petition was initially blocked in Saudi Arabia, but is now available through mirror sites, according to Eman, one of the organizers. “The petition was a group effort involving by many many Saudis,” she said.

Manual Al Sharif, a women’s rights campaigner who also drove in 2011 is the best-known proponent for women driving after she posted videos of herself behind the wheel on YouTube and Facebook, leading to her arrest and headlines around the world.

She is calling for the protests to become a monthly event. “We will continue to do this every single month, every 26th of the month, we will go down and drive until the first Saudi licence is issued for the first Saudi woman,” she says.

“The government is still ignoring us. They are refusing to give us an explicit decision. If no, say no openly, if yes, then please, let’s end this driving ban.”

Her advice to Saudi women is that “You need to break the fear barrier and go out and drive. Only if we are in the hundreds will we win our right to drive.


Read more: http://www.thenational.ae/world/saudi-women-driven-to-challenge-authority#ixzz2jTXIFvE7

What do you see?

It's not what you look at that matters, it's what you see. - Henry David Thoreau

Studies bring out different results because they are seen with different eyes, different intentions, on different perspective and in different world. None can totally be the same.
The shift of yesterday is nonexistent because the story of today has un-wrapped its mysteries. You can close your eyes now.

What do you see?

#businesstrick101 AND #irefusetoseewhattheysee

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WHO HAS THE MEAT?



The mode by which the inevitable comes to pass is effort.
- Oliver Wendell Holmes


Live life everyday as if the next day is just the beginning of today. Effort brings achievement; and continuous effort breeds opportunities. Success is not a visitor. It is a passive resident. When accorded full rights it becomes active and can stay permanently. It can also leave when treated differently.

Handled by those, whose efforts allow them to recognize its residential potentials.
Permitted by those whose pain is secluded in the fate and faith of their happy ending stories.
Even though the shoe pinches the air is agog with the song “I love my job”.
Then one wonders if “effort-happy ending-success” is a myth.

Yes! It is a meat; eaten only by those that work conscientiously at making it happen. Life is so wicked they say; it is like your bank. It only gives you the amount, energy, and efforts you put into it.

#effortisthemeat

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Girls Education


Maya Angelou

Maya Angelou speaks on courage: 
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SmbWrff-RFA&feature=share

It is the fault of the process.

It is not your fault!

Most times the gains of challenges outweigh the sweats. In view of most challenges, our belief over shadow the beauty of the solution which is always never in sight until we change our belief. if it is not easily achievable.

It is not your fault.

Often times we leave the challenges because of the desires and the message our flesh has transmitted to our brain. But, in every human there is a portion of our being reserved for overcoming challenges.

It is no joke. Check your body it is there! If not, it is not your fault. (Smile)

This portion in our body is called the belief portion which is just the first step to overcoming challenges.
It is in the mind.

The second step is physical.
Get up and do it anyway.
It is the urge for a trial which is almost equal to belief but it is a hard knock, gut-wrenching talk to our body to come on and get the work done.

The third step is about desire. It is how much you desire your solution that brings your success.
Desire will make you perspire.

Even the walk down the street of yours is a tough job. Every female entrepreneur, every lady, girl, business woman who desire even the steam of achievement must understand this and must be willing to go through the process. If you are afraid of the process you may never achieve the gain and that also is not your fault!
It is the fault of the process.

I have tried and succeeded in getting myself seated and doing what I needed to do.
It may not be at the pace I wanted but the mere fact that I succeeded is one glorious win for me. All I need to do is to acquire discipline which is vital to the process.

Regular lifestyle is equal to regular results. Regular schedule brings regular best. The walk to the wilderness of achievement involves a process for those who are willing to go.

One of the greatest ability we should discover about nature is the dynamism of circumstances; something’s get worst to get better and some things get better to get good, depending on what and how you handle it. Life doesn't give a blank report card; you prepare the report card because it is your participation that matters.
Are you tired of the process? Are you afraid of the process? It is not your fault ladies!

It is the fault of the process.

You have your buckets ladies; fill it with enough or little water that will last you for the time you want it. Every outstanding exploit; demands strenuous mental and physical efforts from you.

Be wise and follow the process. It is not a crazy advice.
Be ambitious; it is not your fault if you are not.

But it will be your fault if excellence and solution is lost on your tiara!

Believe...Knowledge...Opportunities (Pink Ambition)

Dear female, (DON'T READ, IF YOU DO NOT WANT TO).



I am a female. I love being a female, but does the world make our love good for us? It all depends on our answers!
I remember my mom said all 4.5 pounds of me came crying into the world like every other babies. My eyes were brown, sharp and eager to face the new world that I felt would give me my share of everything. Sooner than late I learnt I had to get everything I wanted by myself. I was told as a baby I smiled a lot. But as I grew older I found the twitch getting lesser. I sulked but then I grew used to the word: “You are a girl”.

It was as if the whole world knew that much about me than any other thing else. I was told that as a baby girl I played and shouted with glee at everything I saw around me, I was happy. This is a world free of fluid, a world not conditioned to the foetal circumstance that is all about take whatever you are given. A world free of fluid, your movement was your action and your choice. A freedom with no labour; yet as I grew up, I was told my freedom should not be taken for granted as I needed to run back home on time to wash the plates, stay with my mum in the kitchen, be a little mama, forsake my other friends on the guava tree we all love to climb so much, and start preparing myself for the ultimate achievement for my gender which is marriage. I was told that girls could sacrifice their education for boys because that is the way it’s done. I was also told that if you open your laps while sitting down your mother must be blamed for raising a slut. You must not discuss or ask why boys do not menstruate or have breast as God does not provide such answers anyway. School times were enjoyable but then the educated headmaster was illiterate because he believe the males should come before the females and constantly told us that the boys must be well trained, well disciplined as they are the pillars, yet education was free and that does not change the fact that I am a female.

I grew up. I love people and I love solving problems. Am not a doctor but I have developed that skill of mine for it comes with the gender. I listen to people and care very much, not because that is what I want to do but because I am a female. I have been trained as a female, as if it is a job, to look at the rest of the world as patients while I try to diagnose what could be wrong and how things can be made better; I look for solutions, they take it, and that is all. I am a female. I looked back at my life and though it wasn't all that rosy I really enjoyed those times when my Cinderella glass slippers were still a perfect fit. As I looked down to my feet, I found out that though I still held on to one leg of the slippers in my wardrobe the other leg was lost along my growing up years.

I never forgot those words “you are a girl”. Those words means, do not encourage tardiness, be strong when you are young and don’t expect everything on a platter, you are a girl, you are a young mother. You are second best. With those words I had to forsake my glass slippers as that would hinder my growth, quickly I succumbed to a flat for it will make the walk to woman hood brisk and should I trip I could still trudged but not wobbled, if it was glass slippers.
Well that just it ... but

I miss my childhood friend Tara, whose mother tasted the long sojourn of no return in the labour room trying to bring forth the only son and the seventh child of the family. They said she smiled when she saw the sex of her baby and finally waved the responsibility to Tara whose huge eyes were round in awe of the tiny being that shouted louder than his frail body. Her mother was tired and so went to rest. Who will tell Tara stories, where are the lullabies, who will teach her the first step into womanhood. Who will take care of her, her father and the other siblings? When her father’s sister came she exhorted mama’s attempt, and congratulated Tara’s father for having such a selfless woman who could laid herself down for the restoration of the family glory. I was told Tara’s father was sad but happy his wish had finally come through. The baby became Tara’s but Tara was not the baby. She soon learnt that she could wean at the age of 8 and by 10 years old she was an adult who has the responsibility of taking care of six other siblings. Not only did we miss her during playtime but we miss her aptitude, her laughter on the guava tree. Soon our action meant nothing to her, and our perkiness was observed with adult eyes through a small self.

Tara soon dropped out of school; her unavailability during the wee hours of the days was affecting the family productivity. So she stopped. And others continued. Soon Amina, Tara’s younger sister stopped as well. I knew it was debated if Kiti the last girl should stop school as she had repeated class two times anyway and the school head constantly complained of her dry brain. In our very eyes Tara grew more than us and the only common thing between us was just that she stay next door and every nod we received from each other was like we were never best of friends. One late afternoon, some years later on my way from school I heard the loud wail from their house. It was a bitter cry from Tara who was being escorted to her husband’s house; a friend of the family who had offered to help alleviate the family’s misery by marrying Tara who was dragged to the old room of her husband that has housed two women.

Was I shocked? No

The ceremony was short, unplanned and no one bid the girl with the large eyes farewell, no bouquet, just the tattered luggage the husband boasted was going to be replenished. Wish I could ask how she was feeling but my mother stern gaze kept my question on queue.
She came a year later with a baby strung on her back. She was sixteen. We couldn't relate for she had been to where I didn't know. She wanted to ask about some other friends but her attention was snapped by the little one behind her back that demanded her attention. She wanted to know if it was true I gained admission to higher institution and I told her yes. She longed for more time and more answers but her child wanted her too. Six years later, just about to serve my father’s land, I heard the same wail again. This time it was not Tara’s but the look alike of Tara. I came outside to see what was going on and found four helpless girls hanging around a woman who knelt down sobbing and begging the retreating figure of a man. She lifted her head and I stood shaken at who Tara had become. What happened, why all these noise? No one answered, but the little grapevine was able to divulge that Tara was returned for two reasons, she was frigid and she couldn't bear a male child.

Frigid?

What is frigid? They all looked at me as if I was mad. I was roughly informed that it was her inability to please her husband in bed that resulted in her not producing a male child. They said she was cut. Cut, why? This thought followed me to the NYSC camp where I met a friend, though now long forgotten, but our usual chatter in the hostel grew into a hot argument bordering on female genital mutilation. The argument grew hotter than the sun outside our badly parched provided apartment, we all came to the conclusion we should not discuss about the FGM. I Went outside to do the abolition and met my friend frigid in thinking. What gathers your thought? She roughly replied that the topic of discuss was a monumental issue for her. Her five years in higher institutions has seen her with five alphas all experiencing their disgust at her inability to feel. She said she was cut.

Cut? Why? Who would do such barbaric thing I shiver in disgust, she noted in annoyance and asked what era I was born. Nevertheless I shudder in disgust as I could not fathom the reasons for such act. Two weeks into our service of the father land, I couldn't keep the discussion from my head.

Tara was cut, my friend was cut.

Was I cut? Am I frigid? Do I have chance to love anyway. Was that the reason my boyfriend left me? I couldn't wait to be redeployed as I gave all the necessary pseudo reasons until I was redeployed. I got on the bus and it was there I met my loud mouthed friend who had been in the camp all along and I never noticed. She is experienced and I broached the subject, expecting her scathing response any way, she added salt to my injury as she added, “are you not a Nigerian, of course you are cut, but some cut are better than others depending on the disposition of the cutter, who could either be inpatient or too patient and scrape the whole thing off, leaving you with no feelings, or small passable feelings and atimes some become a psychological zombie for life. It could be a life issue, could be deadly, could turn out wrong and it is actually wrong anyway. “But don’t worry” she told me there is a way out. I listened attentively as she lowered her voice and looked around us. “Fake the passion”

Jeez!
I got home not minding the enthusiastic welcome accorded; I asked my mother if I was cut. Was I shocked? Oh Jeez! I am a female.

I have won the lottery of life; I couldn't be shocked any more as I have seen my fair share of female injustice and maltreatment. I have heard that one woman dies every single minute in childbirth around the world, not that they wanted to but circumstances and the facts that some are poor, they are rural and they are female. Surviving childbirth isn't without risks. Some women die as a result of neglect, fistula disease, post-postpartum depression, sexual exploitation, rape, poverty, abuse, violence, early marriage, AIDS, Heart disease, cancer, stroke, e.t.c. But yet I know I have won the lottery of life not minding the fact that I was hurt along my journey to total self -discovery by someone I loved so much, yet people believes heartache should be a condition females should grow use to. I grew. I realized I had the solution all along; I have the lottery of life, I have education and the conclusion that women and girls are not the problems, but the solution. My lottery in life has broken me out of this vicious cycle of poverty; education. It has taken me from oppression to a voice and life filled with opportunities; only if I take it. I looked at the Tara’s of this world, only if they had been educated, even if they were, only if they would realize that they have a choice. And that is why we need to lend a hand, a voice and our support and empowerment to the rights of girls and women.

For my lottery, I have trained myself to be assertive, determined, passionate, and confident to achieve whatever I want to achieve. If education has given me my lottery in life definitely my passport should be filled with determination and a strong will to survive and succeed. I am a female. To see every female have a voice, be heard be loved and respected. And this is my ambition.

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Courage is in us.

Courage is in us.

Imagine if we have to pay for it, it will be expensive; not all can purchase. But the very ones, who have it, knew it not, and the ones who use it, benefits from its good deeds. 

Your courage will either get applause or uproar depending on its usage. If we say every female should be courageous, it means you may need to put away the fears, detach the fear at the helm of your garment and take a bolder step into your game; your vision.

Look, learn, act and be convinced that mistakes are learning curve.

You may as well take your courage unto your stage.

It is time for you!

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Say NO to underage marriage.

Would you help them?

Would you share in their show of shame? It is not a pity. It is their disease. 

They defiled her! 

Eyes wide in innocence; expecting only his fatherly pat or hug yet deep down inside she knew the fate and the faith?
Evil grins wide at her innocence; grins his daughter does not accept...

Then he violated her.

He killed her innocence. Every night he returns. Her cries grew harder, harder and quieter. Resignedly she cringes then succumbs. Yet he returns every night and empty his needs on her empty flesh. For every one of them that wanted this; they are molesters. For every one that decided it, they are rapist. What’s the difference anyway? Yet the heaven is open to the books that believe in the simple truth.

Now the law of the land has admitted that it’s good to stab her every other day. For every night he meets her raw flesh he stabs; stabs at her esteem, self worth, her future, her destiny, her life.
Buy the egg from the seller; crush the egg with your bare hands.

What again is the use?

It is that someone, that girl, the female, the baby girl that suffers the justice of your needs or rather the injustice of your needs. It is hard yet it is simple.

say no to underage marriage.

shut the door


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WHAT'S YOUR SPARK?

MY STORY

With high level energy and an unassuming innocence, she strongly declare 

“I am going to be successful”,

-Either as a woman, an entrepreneur, a sought after professional, a business woman, a mother or a lady. She believes attaining success will put her in the forefront and no one was going to look down at her. Yes not even miss goody-two shoes neighbour or little miss have it all (is that bad?).

She knew it was just a matter of time and like they say, a little drop every day, every time, somewhere, turns an ocean mighty. She held the helm of her garment and trembled as she thought of her little resources.

How on earth will all these be possible? Her little voice mocked. If it is for tomorrow then she got to do something today. She gathered all her resources together and looked over one after the other for what would teach, from where to learn the very essence of survival - WINNING.

It took a while, but the words jumped at her. She felt uneasy; even success can’t be this easy. She wiped her sweaty palms on her clothes. The sweat felt like grease and for a while she rubbed and practice playing with the sweat and the grease. She rubbed her palms together and wiped it on her garment again, the friction this time was consistent, she felt the bonding spark of clothe and the grease, then it occurred to her.

It was a spark. It is the SPARK. It is the process to success.
Rubbing full eyes loads of sleep, she stared and stirred and yet startled in her discovery.

It is the STRENGTH
It is the PURPOSE
It is the ASSERTIVENESS
It is the RESILIENCE.
It is the KNOWLEDGE.

That’s the SPARK.

She muttered beneath her breath, catching the words, flying to land all around her. Clasping her sparkling-greasy fingers, all around the words, she hesitated but for a second to wonder...
Is this just the process? Then she read on....and she continued
It is a strong Believe of the spark, an unflinching and painstaking desire for Knowledge of the spark that results in an exclusive opportunity; a crown for being sparked.

She noted never to forget she is human and a female, she can have the spark. She made a promise never to forget her SPARK. It is the process to her success. She held her palms in a lock never to forget...
Would you remember this also?

This is my story. This is the new WORLD. My new promise to my spark; "PINK AMBITION". Not because I am a female, but because I am human and I got to do what is important and needful to be a Lady of Purpose, Inspiration, Newness, and Knowledge.

My name is Funmi - Akerele.

What is your story? What is your spark?



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Quotes

“You may encounter many defeats, but you must not be defeated. In fact, it may be necessary to encounter the defeats, so you can know who you are, what you can rise from, how you can still come out of it.”

 - Maya Angelou

“I've come to believe that each of us has a personal calling that’s as unique as a fingerprint – and that the best way to succeed is to discover what you love and then find a way to offer it to others in the form of service, working hard, and also allowing the energy of the universe to lead you.” - Oprah Winfrey 


“Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away.”

 - Maya Angelou

“One is not born, but rather becomes, a woman.”

 - Simone de Beauvoir

Be not afraid of greatness. Some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrust upon them. 

-Shakespeare. 





Ambition

Ambition is the path to success, persistence is the vehicle you arrive in.
William Eardley IV
Get going. Move forward. Aim High. Plan a takeoff. Don't just sit on the runway and hope someone will come along and push the airplane. It simply won't happen. Change your attitude and gain some altitude. Believe me, you'll love it up here.” 
― Donald J. Trump

Smart is beautiful

Smart is beautiful, 
Assertive is beautiful
Talent is beautiful 
Commitment is beautiful 
Resilience is beautiful 
Humility is beautiful
Passion is beautiful.

Vague, definitely isn't beautiful.
It negates talent, commitment, dedication, resilience of every female.
Erratically-passive, dejectedly- insecure, awkwardly-doubtful, most of all ignorantly-undisciplined;

Not a disease and obviously not beautiful.
The formula for success is a legitimate combination of the beautiful.
“Re” - ignite yourself,
Look beyond the past- present.
Recreate, rejuvenate, revamp, recollect and be resolute.
Passionately- courageous to discover yourself.
Brilliantly-calm to be committed to your new pledge-
“Beautiful inside- out”.

That is the secret.

Confident and not hesitant; saintly-credit your life to a sincere check.
Who am I?
Your question?
Being positive and more- the answer.
And that is absolutely beautiful.
It will be beautiful.


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RISKS

Chances are that this message may leave some people thinking about what this message is all about or what does she mean? Good chances exist also that some females will look at this and get the meanings immediately.

Our beliefs create our reality.

Do you ever wonder why some people attain success while others don’t?
Often, it has nothing to do with someone’s age, looks or even talent, but an innate ability to belief. We will discover the nature of our own particular genius if we can belief in ourselves. As females we tend to leave everything to chance and even nature not knowing that our greatest ability lies in our beliefs
Look around you. Is this world filled with enough happiness, success and opportunities for people who do not take the bulls by the horns?

Risk is part of life and the sooner we start seeing ourselves taking risk without minding our fears the better it will be for us.
Trust your guidance, seek knowledge, take risk, Draw out the wealth of answers inside you, and Challenge your assumptions, limitations and beliefs.

Break away from setting limitations on your thinking and perception, Force the mind out of its normal thinking patterns, and stimulate breakthroughs to yield the BEST responses.

I'd love to hear what taking risk means to you or what this message is saying.

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Risk is everywhere. It is easy to tell business people to take risk and damn consequences, but the reality of bold actions can be defeated if not well-calculated. Brands can fail, business fail, competition may be stiffer and eventually outwit you, careers, relationship, happiness may hang on rope, and it seems like taking risk is a taboo all together.

Risk is risky and so also is doing nothing; not taking risk is risky as well. If you cannot accept that there is a need to forge ahead, then you will remain in the same space. Just moving and breathing is enough risk, it is therefore essential that we embrace change and risk with a level of boldness and fearlessness or else we will be left behind. The process of risk involves: acknowledging the risk, learn about the subject matter, gather your evidences and real options before taking the leap. This will afford you the opportunity to be comfortable during the process of risk, even while leaving your comfort zone.

It is only through risk that the greatest advances in life can happen or be achieved. Risk is movement, risk is action, risk is change and unless you have everything you want in life then don’t risk going to the NEXT LEVEL.

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MORE MONEY

More money is no comfort. But great wealth lies in the hand of those that purposely worked a vision.
- Pink Ambition 

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OPEN DOORS THAT STILL DON'T EXIST !

You can never be overdressed or over-educated - Oscar Wilde 

Take a journey in your mind,
Explore Possibilities,
Travel far and wide, 
Explore, engage your door - "mind".
It opens and closes depending on what you do with it.

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DREAMS

...I put the lock into the key.
It must have been a mistake.

...but it was more than that for me.
 It means I can Dream, I
can achieve, I can conquer and that is my Checkmate!

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