Tuesday, 26 November 2013

The Power of Choices



Where we are today is a result of choices we have made in our past. Each of us is born with the gift of free will and we have the right to choose our destiny by a series of lifelong decisions. At a point in our life we stop ,think and look back and regret some of the choices we have made in life. Some feel down and regret all choices they have made. The best thing to do is accept responsibility for who you are and where you are today, because your choices or rather the lack of it, are all part of a process. A successful person understands this concept well, and never allow the past to over ride their present. Make a choice to do what is right now for yourself. Think about this: your best choice today may not be the best for tomorrow.. once you truly understand that you choose to do something rather than have to do it, then your attitude becomes positive and you see the benefits rather than focusing on the negative.
Remember : BELIEVE ......KNOWLEDGE......POSSIBILITIES

The Power of Choices



Where we are today is a result of choices we have made in our past. Each of us is born with the gift of free will and we have the right to choose our destiny by a series of lifelong decisions. At a point in our life we stop ,think and look back and regret some of the choices we have made in life. Some feel down and regret all choices they have made. The best thing to do is accept responsibility for who you are and where you are today, because your choices or rather the lack of it, are all part of a process. A successful person understands this concept well, and never allow the past to over ride their present. Make a choice to do what is right now for yourself. Think about this: your best choice today may not be the best for tomorrow.. once you truly understand that you choose to do something rather than have to do it, then your attitude becomes positive and you see the benefits rather than focusing on the negative.
Remember : BELIEVE ......KNOWLEDGE......POSSIBILITIES

Monday, 25 November 2013

We all need a daily check up from the neck up, to avoid stinkin ‘thinkin’ which ultimately leads to hardening of the attitudes.” – Zig Ziglar.

So many good things we get twisted!

Looking good is good, and knowledge is very important. Come to think of it you need to acquire knowledge to look good.

You should know that nothing can take the place of knowledge. How can we be differentiated? Or would you rather be the dumb blonde, the hostess of the glamorous party with the plastic smiles and no focus on what actually made her who she is. We all need to do a routine check to find out what is important to us. Your pretty face may work for some time but the knowledge behind your gold rimmed spectacles will shine better and last longer.

We can do things right, and we should not just be excused as females all the time. The world is waiting for the next big thing; US.
Get knowledge. Share knowledge, never get it twisted, it’s not all about the beauty alone, but the total package. Be careful not to lose focus of what is important.

LADIES LET'S WORK WITH OUR HANDS AS WE TAKE GIANT STRIDES WALKING WITH OUR LEGS.

THE ROAD TO FREEDOM (PART 2)




Mama came in as usual, but looking at the hands of the clock her timing was not usual.
Uncle Phillips opened the door for her and moved away as if expecting trouble. It takes any spy knowing what had transpired between me and uncle to know his faltered steps were borne out of guilty conscience.
Phillips? Are you ok? I must have thought you look alarmed to see me. I know I am coming in early but it’s just that my supervisor felt I needed rest after these last week ordeals of travelling here and there and beside i need to prepare for Bisade’s birthday tomorrow.
Where Is Bisade? She asked
Without waiting for Philips answer she crossed the sitting room area to the other side of the house where the four rooms in the house is located and called to her daughter.
Phillips ran after her like a dog, afraid she was going to open Bisade room and find what had happened. He answered behind her, I guess she must be tired and she may be sleeping. She turned to find her brother hovering behind her and felt him looking a bit scattered, she felt she saw something she could not read in his eyes and shrug it off. She released her hand from Bisade's door knob and made a beeline for her own room.
Phillips heave a sigh of relief and quickly entered Bisade’s room and saw her on the bed, he angrily push her up and ordered her to the bathroom to make herself presentable in 3 minutes before her mother comes out again.
She made up her mind, it was going to be today or no other day, afterwards she will kill herself, and she entered the bathroom and looked longingly to the kitchen knife she kept hidden in her bathroom. Even if death was not easy, she prayed hers would be fast and without pain.
From the full length mirror behind her she turned to looked at her body as she disrobes. What part will she cut first? Where will most blood come out from? She heard her mother call her and hurriedly bath to dress up. She walked with slight careful steps and wince a little at the soreness of her private part.
Welcome Mama.
Hi, darling? How was school today? When she didn't answer she looked questioning at Bisade and felt the strangeness she confessed to her friend at the office she has been feeling about her daughter in some weeks past.
Are you ok dear? You look unwell. Come over here.
All the while her eyes were down cast and as her mother sat and drew her to sit on her laps, a shooting pain went through her and she gave a little shout.
Mrs Adeniyi sensing something was wrong immediately looked at Bisade who refused to sit on her laps. My baby, are you ok. Bisade was her only daughter and her second child. Her first son and her husband are both abroad at the moment studying, leaving her and her daughter in Nigeria. Maybe she is missing her dad, as the two of them shared a bond she can never explain.
What is wrong angel?
She looked up with tears in her eyes and looked at her mother before looking at Uncle Philips who at this time sat on the very edge of the chair with a menacing look. Not willing to shift her resolve she looked at her mother again and looked at Uncle Philips and started crying.
Bisade what is the problem, please tell me I am your mother .She raised her hand and pointed at Philip who at the moment was alarmed and quite shaken. Mrs Adeniyi looked questioning at her younger brother. Philip did you beat my daughter? Why
Philip answered.
Nne I didn't beat her much I only reprimanded her not to come late from school again.
Mrs Adeniyi opened her mouth in amusement to reply her younger brother while placating her daughter who still wanted to talk as the bell outside the gate chimed noisily.
Please check who is at the door.
Bisade stood up about to go to her room knowing full well that her mother believed her brother and will not mention the case again. It was just the last confirmation she needed to end everything anyway.
A middling e age woman came into the room bearing what looked like a parcel in her hands. Mrs Adeniyi quickly calls to the retreating back of her daughter to come over. Bisade turned back and look at her mother angrily, if only she could have probed deeper and not believe her brother all the time.
She stood aside as they all exclaim at the cake for her birthday tomorrow. She thought to herself by this time tomorrow the cake will be overturned or used in her demise. She made to go to her room but the woman called her back and told her to sit beside her.
Mrs Adeniyi was surprise as the woman took hold of her daughter and sat her down gently beside her. She waited as the woman looked at her in annoyance. What could be the problem as they just shared a laugh a while ago and why is the woman looking at her? The woman spoke with anger that defies her diminutive stature.
Mrs. Adeniyi? Are you a mother, or a keeper? Mama looked incredulously at the stranger who had the gut to come to her house and ask her questions. If not that the cake was prepaid she would have ordered her out of the house. You have seen signs and you obviously ignored the signs. Your daughter has given you hints of her pains and you never noticed them.
Bisade looked at the stranger and wondered if she knew about her pains and how. The question must have appeared on her face as the woman turned and looked at her saying, I know because I saw him a while ago when I came and nobody noticed.
Bisade busted to tears thanking God that now it is definitely over, at least someone could corroborate her story. She may go and rest.
Uncle Philips stood up from his seat and wanted to go out. The stranger shouted at him. Sit down where you are young man or I will arrest you immediately. Mrs Adeniyi looked around the room trying to guess what was going on.
Bisade, Philips, what is going on?
The strange woman spoke up immediately. Nothing that you cannot find out if you had listened to your daughter cry for help in her own home. Then you would have known that your brother has been stealing from your own daughter what she should not give now at her stage in life but was forced to give every time you leave her alone with him.
Mrs Adeniyi, who did not understand this, still looked incredulously as the whole situation begins to become clear to her. She looked at her daughter, Bisade who refused to meet her eyes and looked at the woman.
Yes, your bother has been raping your daughter since he started leaving in your house. Your daughter has been forced and deflowered, raped. she shouted with effect so that the word s may sink in to my mind. At this moment Bisade was crying uncontrollably and Phillips was looking for the ground to swallow him.
The woman, how well do you know your daughter, Mrs. Adeniyi?
Mrs Adeniyi who at this moment was also in tears looked at her daughter and found out that on a scale of 10 she could only say she knew her daughter 3%. She stood up with a menacing glare and gave Philips a dirty slap that got him reeled off the chair.
The whole room turned to a battle ground as Mrs. Adeniyi continue to heave her anger on her brother while the strange woman tried to calm her down. It was in this uproar that Bisade stood up and went to her room. She went to the bathroom, took the paper she hid behind the door and held the knife, she looked straight at herself in the mirror, smiled and did it. With the paper still in her hand she fell down unceremoniously.
The crash from the room drew the woman attention and she looked around her for the girl, she looked at Bisade mother and immediately they scrambled to where the sound came from and found Bisade in her bathroom in a pool of her own blood with a paper in her hand. Mrs Adeniyi screamed as she bent beside her daughter. The woman extricated the paper from her Bisade’s hand.
It was a pregnancy report!
She looked down again and felt her pulse. Call the ambulance she is alive, she shouted. Phillip who stood at the door and who at the moment was busying telling God how the devil took over his flesh sprang to action and in matters of minutes the ambulance came and Bisade was whisked to the hospital , 5 days Mrs. Adeniyi forgot every other thing and stayed battling with her daughter to save her life.
Two weeks after, with wounds that can never heal, bisade was able to sit up with little assistance on her hospital bed. She made it, lost the baby and lost much more. Her innocence, her mother and her womb....................... To be continued.

...AND SHE CONQUERS.

Admirably, it was not her beauty set her aside the crowd; it was more than that. It was not her magnetic charms; it was more than that. It does not take long until her effervescent spirit ignites yours. She laughs with her eyes and her soul. 
Call it hypnotism, just like everyone else does, but she has that touch, that spirit, that ability that seems to draw everyone to her.
Undoubtedly, she is a witch. She is good at what she does; Classical yet every bit of her modern. They all talk about her, they all love her, they all loved her, and even love to hate her.
At one time one will consider her less of a mortal. Yet she is flesh and blood. She was neither tall nor short just of medium height, yet she exuded the confidence of five men. Her walk, works, speaks of a woman with purpose, yet it is not wise to believe the school of thought that actually considers her as a hypnotizer. You are held spellbound when she is in her element. She knows her job so well that people greatly admire how she came to know so much about what she does.
She is everything any woman could ever wish to be, yet some women may detest because they could not match her. She does hypnotize, that smile and attitude of hers are witnesses. As she rose in acknowledgement of the cheers that followed her name from all around the big conference room, she stop to catch her breath and steadied her racing pulse to recollect the speech she rehearsed that morning.
A woman of standard and substance you may call her, but only she knew she is a through bred; her specie is rare this days and becoming rarer. She smiled again with the best intention and honestly, you could see her feelings. She spoke calmly and the message of her words seeped through like a hot tea on a colder morning.
My name is Abimbola Dawodu. People tell me I have it all, that I have made it but I know deep down inside of me my next assignment is yet to be completed. The media have asked me severally, my secret for being one of the most successful women in this time and place. As always, I found out that I never really answered the question in the shortest time they all give me. My secret is so simple. They are set of specifics that have guided me:
• start to begin
• failure is a word not an action
• consistency brings perfection
• Now all things may be steady but fight.
• Leave your comfort zone.
All this I held as my mantra after I made the decision to become my own boss. I never had it on a platter of gold, yet it was not all struggles, there were times I enjoyed and times I less enjoyed, but I did not suffer. What suffered was only my ego whenever I made mistakes. I have been offered little for great jobs and offered more for little service.
I made my best decision and I stuck to what I love doing best. It was hard because I fell, rose, I loved; I was dumped, duped, abandoned and loved again. I hated, was hated, was cheated and cheated too. Overall, I had a conscience, which always prick me and made me right my wrongs. I never let these happenings shift me from my focus.
It was a long way from where I started and backing out was not an option for me. Building a conglomerate takes a long time; even longer time but I thank God I have been able to do it. I am a mother, a wife and a woman. Sometimes those roles interfere with each other, and at times, they put me in dangerous situations of having to choose one over the other. I have balanced all, as much as I could. I could have done much more better if it was just a role I am playing but I did it anyway playing different roles and being a different person each time of the day.
A woman builds a nation, a woman empowers, and directs; she packs the strength of many to be who she is at different times of the day. From head to toe, we are gloriously designed with curves that hides disappointments, depressions, tiredness and all, yet also designed with curves that is able to ease away trouble. If we could for years go through the 5 days of red and forget pains of it moments after its gone then we are special creatures; we are design not to resign, but to go forward.
Someone once asked me if I think about the future because of some of my strategic and successful choices of business and related economic issues. I answered as a female “every female is forever thinking about the next big thing in their lives, making plans for the next two years. Images of the next five years is tucked away somewhere in our memory and the next day the image of the sixth year is already in formation.
Women will change the world.
It is a fact that is getting more opinion leaders to look at women and listen to them.
How can we perform this colossal role?
Make a choice today to be ready. Make a choice today to do what will build an empire for you in the next 10 years or in the future.
Never relent.
Every female is an entrepreneur, whether you sell, provide a small service, we are forever thinking of expansion and how to do things right.
Ask yourself what you will be doing in the next 10 years. No matter what you do, will you be growing or be stagnant?
If you want to grow and eventually build a business for yourself, make up your mind to do so today and see things changing. Remember positivity is a game of the mind. You can only play the game right if your mind is on it.
Four things you must learn as a female entrepreneur:
• Make the right choice
• Consistency is the guard of your dreams
• Network
Nothing can compare to female elasticity when it comes to facing challenges. So stand by your decision.
Failure is a word not an action, so start to finish and finish well. Finishing well is subjective but never forget, the objective side of it, because two sides will always exist for a coin.
Finish well and satisfactorily and let the success show in you and on you.
Finding a nesting place is never difficult if your action matches your passion. Being successful is never impossible when our productivity is achieved in comfort. You can only achieve comfortable productivity if you do what you are passionate about.

Remember:
...believe...knowledge...possibilities.

OUR WORLD MIRRORS WHO WE ARE BACK TO US?

WHO ARE YOUR FRIENDS, WHO ARE YOU? WHAT CHARACTERISTICS DO YOU SEE IN YOUR SIBLINGS WHICH YOU WANT TO IGNORE, BUT IT IS ALSO FOUND IN YOU. 

WHO WE ARE, WHAT WE DO , WHO WE SEE, HOW WE SEE THINGS AND WHAT HAPPENS AROUND US, ALL WORK TOGETHER TO FORM WHO WE ARE, AND WHAT WE MAY BECOME.

FRIENDS MAY NOT BE FOREVER, RELATIONSHIPS MAY NOT LAST FOR EVER, CIRCUMSTANCES WILL NOT LAST FOREVER, BUT WHO YOU ARE AND WHAT YOU DO MAY FORM A LASTING IMPRESSION ABOUT YOU . PEOPLE SEE, PEOPLE JUDGE, CIRCUMSTANCES CHANGE . YOU MAY CHANGE, YOU MAY NOT, WHAT YOU BRING OUT OF CIRCUMSTANCES AND RELATIONSHIP IS YOU. WHO YOU ARE BEFORE AND WHAT YOU HAVE BECOME AFTERWARDS COUNT. YOU ARE A MIRROR. PEOPLE SEE MIRROR! YOU ONLY KNOW YOURSELF, WHAT YOU KNOW AND WHAT PEOPLE SEE DIFFERS.

ITS ALL ABOUT DEVELOPMENT . DEVELOP WHAT YOU WANT PEOPLE TO SEE. RE-BRAND OR BRAND; WHICHEVER CASE IT MAY BE.
IT IS SOMETIMES WHAT YOU BELIEVE YOU ARE THAT PEOPLE SEE IN YOU.
UNCOORDINATED, NASTY, PLEASANT,SMART, ARTICULATED ARE ACTIONS THAT ARE SOMETIMES MIRROR IN THE WAY WE TALK, ACT AND RELATE WITH PEOPLE.
TAKE TIME TO ASK YOURSELF - "IF I AM THE MIRROR, WHAT WILL I SEE?

REMEMBER ......BELIEVE....KNOWLEDGE.....OPPORTUNITIES.
"The dangers of life are infinite, and among them is safety."
— Goethe

Bisade‘s felt more sore than before. Her body hurt all over. She grabbed the walls to stand up, but the sharp pains sent hot tremors straight down to her brains. She looked over to the closed door at her right, and stretched painfully to grabbed her clothe which was scattered not far from her. As she did, fresh memory of what happened flew to her consciousness.
Ifeoma her friend had just left her house when uncle came in. She greeted him and tried to make her way to her room very quickly. He called her back instantly and asked her to get him a cup of water. She took the water to the sitting room and didn’t find him. She shrugged and drops the water on the centre table so that she can quickly go to her room and lock the door. She found the door slightly ajar and went inside. Uncle was lying on the bed with nothing but his own self. He stood up immediately as she made to turn back and held her by the hand.
“Uncle you are hurting me. Please I am not feeling fine and I will like to go to the sitting room. Uncle I am begging you in the name of God, don’t do this to me.”
The pleas of an 11 yr old seems to fall on deaf ears as he put one hand over her mouth and half carried and dragged her to the bed.
“Uncle please I am still sore from yesterday. Please leave me alone. I will tell mama. Please I am not feeling fine”.
He touched her breast, and smiled at her.
“Uncle please, uncle please, uncle please, uncle please; somebody please help me, help me, help me. God why is this happening to me?
Hot tears flow down her cheeks as he tore away the buttons away from her clothes.
“Uncle I beg you, please. Please I won’t tell mummy again.”
He pushed her body down on the bed and pinned her torso down with his legs, and opened his trouser.
The single sweat from his head tricked down to his body, in her tears the single movement of the sweat seemed to take thousand years as it felled down unto her.
Her sobs increased as she felt him right inside her. Thousand pains that seem to have found solace in her agreeable body rose up in annoyance trying to find places they originally belong to, the gruelling pains made her feel wobbly. She sobbed as he gropes and grunts............
She moves her body as she momentarily wipe away the memory. She needs to make a move now or else, he may come back and hurt her again.
It wasn’t the first time, definitely not the 4th or 5th time, ironically, tomorrow is her 12th birthday and if mama leaves her alone with him again tomorrow, it will be his 12th time of raping her.
He is mama’s brother who is currently serving his mother’s land after years of study at the university. He is also mama’s youngest brother and the apple of her eyes since his looks favour their late mother who mama loved dearly.
A bell rang from a short distance, and in that instance uncle Phillips came out from the bathroom, looking his usual placated self.
“Who is that “. He asked.
I looked at him as he hurriedly went to see who was knocking at the door. He staggered back into the room and ask me to stand up. The knock was louder and more insistent than before. He looked at me and all around the room and went to the door.
Aunty - you are back ...................................... to be continued.



Everyone has talent. What is rare is the courage to follow the talent to the dark place where it leads. 
Erica Jong

Never give up, for that is just the place and time that the tide will turn.
Harriet Beecher Stowe 

As you become more clear about who you really are, you'll be better able to decide what is best for you - the first time around.
Oprah Winfrey
Increasingly, the face of global poverty is a female one. It is the girl who cannot read and the mother who cannot write her own name. But the face of hope is also female. It is the young woman who teaches her sister how to write her name and the mother who sends her daughters to school.
Access to quality education is the best tool we have in the fight against global poverty. By educating girls and women, they become more productive citizens, contribute more to the development of their communities and take their rightful place as equal members of society. A disproportionate number of girls and women are under-educated or have very limited opportunities for schooling. Female literacy rates are well below that of males. Education is important for everyone, but it has special significance for girls. Unwanted pregnancy and HIV/AIDS are among the leading causes of school dropouts. Education helps girls to know their rights. Access to relevant information and services can protect and improve women’s health and help them achieve their reproductive rights.
talk to girls around you about this and lets change the face of poverty. we are girls, ladies, woman and we can do it.

PINK AMBITION... BELIEVE... KNOWLEDGE.....OPPORTUNITIES.

ZEST IS THE SECRET OF ALL BEAUTY. THERE IS NO BEAUTY THAT IS ATTRACTIVE WITHOUT ZEST.
- Christian Dior
How aware are you, of your body, your needs , your senses, your feelings, your self talk , your fears, your defences, your passions, your purpose your belief and their power to create reality.

Discover your authentic self and the truth about life around you. Your consciousness may be different from your subconscious , take time to learn a few things about your self. It may be the right path to true discovery. We live so much in the conscious truth that we pretend or forget to consider the subconscious. What is your mind telling you right now! That your attitude to life may not be right after all, or that you shouldn't have done what you did last night or what you are planning to do tomorrow.

So sisters any time you need to make any decision consult the subconscious, it may perform time travel on that decision of yours and give you reasons to do or not to do what you are planning to do. Whatever reasons it gives you, know that the effort to obey, may be worth its time.

Take a conscious or subconscious journey into your life to know and grow your self.

REMEMBER: Believe ... Knowledge ...Opportunity
HEROISM IS THE BRILLIANT TRUIMPH OF THE SOUL OVER THE FLESH- THAT IS TO SAY, OVER FEAR..... HEROISM IS THE DAZZLING AND GLORIOUS CONCENTRATION OF COURAGE
-HENRI - FREDERIC AMIEL
HEROISM IS THE BRILLIANT TRUIMPH OF THE SOUL OVER THE FLESH- THAT IS TO SAY, OVER FEAR..... HEROISM IS THE DAZZLING AND GLORIOUS CONCENTRATION OF COURAGE
-HENRI - FREDERIC AMIEL
"Positivity" is a game of the mind and has a huge outcome on your life. 
Life gives what you put into it. Believe. Be bold. Approach life with tenacity, get things done and never hide yourself in a corner. You have everything someone else does not have. Learn to be PINK (purposeful, inspired, new and knowledgeable). These are powerful ingredients no body can refuse or refute. So reign in your world by being bold and believe in yourself.
Pink ambition ... Believe.....Knowledge.... Opportunities.
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!