Thursday, 25 December 2014

A Yuletide letter

Hello Sis,
This is coming from the deepest of my heart, I felt a strong need to share this with you. A lot I have written about fearless females; a lot I have written on inspiration to spur you to your feet. I believe you have the right to know as I have shared the need for girls and women to believe, to seek knowledge that brings endless possibilities especially for those who have felt the need in one way or the other to do away with their tiara.

“It doesn't matter where a girl comes from as long as she knows where she is going”.

...I heard the whispers of a young girl in the hallway and she was silently stringing her skirt in her hands with eyes downcast and courage you could purchase for a nothing dollar.

...I saw the hunger in the young lady eyes, as she eyes the man behind the wheels; she saw opulence but his brake failure is due in two hours.

...I saw the haunted look on the face of the woman who viewed her wares as nothing but “pieces of shit”, not knowing that the next two hours rolls a Royce parked to demand for what she has.

...A look down memory lane confirmed what she already knew and where she will be heading to. For the hundredth time she purge herself with the round needle of despondency, wishing she hadn't gone flesh on flesh.

.. “Why build a career”,they ask, when all you need is packed right all over you. Your flaunt response got them amazed, yet you are not convinced their way is not the right way, as the benefits of this so called career is “soooooo help me God”.

... They sold you the line, you gulped in hurried exasperation “this business cannot succeed with someone like you”

The truth is...

Little girls cry for broken toys, ladies cry for broken hearts, women cry for broken lives. We cry even with our hands akimbo and we never ask why we cry while still holding custody of our vital parts?

The light on the roof top may be dim, but the actual light can be viewed by being in the room.

This year was tough, next year may be tougher but what you see depends on what you search for.

What you search for is the raison d’etre.

Broken crayon still colours; whether it is short, long or broken at both ends.

I hope you understand.
Merry Christmas and a Wonderful New Year.

With much love.
Remember... Believe... Knowledge... Opportunities (Pink Ambition)

Funmi Akerele.
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Photo: A Yuletide letter

Hello Sis,
This is coming from the deepest of my heart, I felt a strong need to share this with you. A lot I have written about fearless females; a lot I have written on inspiration to spur you to your feet. I believe you have the right to know as I have shared the need for girls and women to believe, to seek knowledge that brings endless possibilities especially for those who have felt the need in one way or the other to do away with their tiara.

“It doesn't matter where a girl comes from as long as she knows where she is going”.

...I heard the whispers of a young girl in the hallway and she was silently stringing her skirt in her hands with eyes downcast and courage you could purchase for a nothing dollar.

...I saw the hunger in the young lady eyes, as she eyes the man behind the wheels; she saw opulence but his brake failure is due in two hours. 

...I saw the haunted look on the face of the woman who viewed her wares as nothing but “pieces of shit”, not knowing that the next two hours  rolls a Royce parked to demand for what she has.

...A look down memory lane confirmed what she already knew and where she will be heading to. For the hundredth time she purge herself with the round needle of despondency, wishing she hadn't gone flesh on flesh.

.. “Why build a career”,they ask, when all you need is packed right all over you. Your flaunt response got them amazed, yet you are not convinced their way is not the right way, as the benefits of this so called career is “soooooo help me God”.

... They sold you the line, you gulped in hurried exasperation “this business cannot succeed with someone like you”

The truth is... 

Little girls cry for broken toys, ladies cry for broken hearts, women cry for broken lives. We cry even with our hands akimbo and we never ask why we cry while still holding custody of our vital parts?

 The light on the roof top may be dim, but the actual light can be viewed by being in the room. 

This year was tough, next year may be tougher  but what you see depends on what you search for.

What you search for is the raison d’etre.

Broken crayon still colours; whether it is short, long or broken at both ends.

I hope you understand.
Merry Christmas and a Wonderful New Year.

With much love.
Remember... Believe... Knowledge... Opportunities (Pink Ambition)

Funmi Akerele. 
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Thursday, 18 December 2014

Pink Ambition: “How sharper than a serpent’s tooth it is to have ...

Pink Ambition: “How sharper than a serpent’s tooth it is to have ...: “How sharper than a serpent’s tooth it is to have a thankless child”  - Shakespeare I never thought it would happened I lost my nerves. ...
“How sharper than a serpent’s tooth it is to have a thankless child”  - Shakespeare

I never thought it would happened
I lost my nerves.
It was just one of those days, when you feel the sky is below and the earth is above
Grimly despondent
Staring emptily in a dead hawk gaze
I  couldn't believe everything has not conspired against  me
Have I really been blessed?

I love music boxes; but when the song from a box from an ear range  streamed the song “count your blessings”,
I gained the nerve to crush it.
“what blessings”
 I have lost some people this year
I had failed expectations
I lost contacts and contracts
I expected business to have moved a notch higher
I lost a fetus
I depended on  some, was left down by many
I took a step of faith, but fate dealt with me silently,
I  wore clothes many wished were not for my skin
I toiled,
Some months and  days have grumbled over the next ones
Some have been happily wished away
Some have wished they could stay for ever
I have been wandering in wonder lands
I have walked the desert like the magi
Feet soaked in the blood of the desert
Trekking like the missionary and with a long wand and robe I long to decipher the codes of “womanity”
I have cooked the best dishes
And also turned over the ones that tasted like dust
I have been involved
I loved
I had worn shoes
I didn't get lucky with,
I have heard haunted cries
I have seen the decays of dead bodies
I have seen the hollows of the dead and their anger at being crushed too early by people who they allowed to be their head
Their dead stench had risen to heaven with a sore grievance
I have seen their roasted bodies decompose with disgruntled contempt
And their burnt ashes smelled promises of a revenge.
I witnessed an accident
I was told about many of such
I was told a gory tale of rape where the shreds of her breadth were ripped with bare hands.
I shared the story of a mother
Whose daily dependence is on the assaults she endured to satisfy her demented society.
Do you remember that news in the far away land of tons of women shot down for some aghast beliefs against the patriarchy
I remember and yesterday I understood their blank stares and their tear dry complexion .
In remembrance of all things that has happened to me and the ones that has affected me I just could not comprehend why “counting blessing” is needed
Then...
A tiny thought escaped the abyss of my reverie
What if I did not have the nerve to experience all these
If I could remember all that had happened, that is indeed a blessing
A counted - disguised –blessings;
Am I grateful for lost nerves
Could be paying more for a damaged one
So in all I want to count my blessings
...starting from that first one  that happened a long time ago
I still remember how glad I was when I got the news
 am I  grateful to God?
Yes!
for lost nerves
and the nerves to find it.
Are you grateful?

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



Funmi Akerele. 

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Sunday, 30 November 2014

Personal Influence

Though the elevator only goes to the top floor, there is always a staircase to the roof.
Vincent Steininger 

Music boxes can be purchased anywhere.The songs from it are pre-recorded. Everyday listen may bore the heart and the music box can break off due to various replay. But some music boxes never stop playing- Our strong convictions. Our motivation.

We are the world’s greatest soldiers- Women.

We sing, hum and retain the music after the music box has finally found a resting abode.The songs of our hearts is like the deftness of our hands, working rigorously and gently to weave the idea we want to see.
The story of business as told by my grandmother will never fail to amuse me.

She said life is a wrapper we must tie around our waist or chest. She said the modern woman ties the wrapper on her waist because she has gained enough wisdom on the disadvantages of the wrapper on her chest. But the traditional woman ties the wrapper on her chest because the wrapped chest serve a lot of purpose. It serves as a bank, a safe, a beauty parlour, the fashion and even the home for all her desires.
The lesson is not where the wrapper is tied, but the lesson is the belief of the purpose, and the belief of what the wrapper signify for the two different women concerned. Every time they tie the wrapper in the different regions they are convince that it is the best place. Perhaps the chest is the best place, perhaps the waist befits the wrapper, but the conviction they hum in their heart is the conviction that their concept is the best. Women are not just managers, they are leaders, and we have been running empires from the world go. Despite challenges we never forget to hum the songs over and over till it reverberates what we want to see.

“I love the expression: we are the ones , we have been waiting for” . You cannot be different until you hum what you see about yourself. The world is the music box; they may fail. Your heart and your convictions for your passion, your purpose is the song hidden in the depth of your access- your heart.

What do you see, self motivate and influence yourself to see the roof when the world stops at their last floor. You are your best motivator, perhaps the world may hum the songs with you, that is if you never forgot the song from your hearts.

No product sells without the hearts involved.

What do you want to see, self motivate yourself to break your visions, augment your passion and soar. When the music box stops singing, the songs in your hearts reverberates, only you can hear the thuds of the songs, but people see the rhythm in the deftness of your fingers and the marches you strut around.

Personal influence is a song, only you know the rhythm, like i am singing now, you may not be able to guess the song but if you watch this page often you will see the dances like the splash of colours on the pages of the art that I am creating.

Speak, write move, pace. Dance, sing, launch forward, dive but never forget you best ally. You.

Influence your hearts to sing even after the old music box is broken.

Arise your compatriot – your hearts. Influence your passion with your convictions.

Its a brand new day and month!

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

Funmi Akerele.

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Tuesday, 25 November 2014

*How does one mourn a friend?  Lara’s funeral is on Friday.  It’s been a long week for me and I am still confused.  My somehow scheduled and organize life has gone berserk, since the day I found the neigbourhood gathered in front of our house. Right in the midst of the confusion, our popular grapevine, the woman beside everybody’s house was able to share the story with much breaking news dexterity  “they said she just had her bath and she tripped and fell down their expensive staircase”.  That was our popular grapevine side to the story; she was always the first on the scene and no one has ever tried to beat her to it.
But I knew that wasn't the story, I can bet my life  that the story was different. So I rushed to their apartment to ascertain if my friend and only neighbour; the landlord’s wife was truly dead.

I met Tade, the deceased husband in tears.  Our eyes met, he looked down to look up again and confirm that my friend had truly died amidst tears and a bout of vigorous head shaking. Lara couldn't be dead; I looked around and my eyes went to where we sat two days ago analyzing the movie we watched about abuse. Lara couldn't be dead, even if she was dead; her death was too cheap. Lara whose face is a picture of every child’s innocence and whose friendship had come to mean a lot to me.

 I felt her death was too cheap. With this conclusion I decided to take control of everything amidst my anger, pain, confusion and annoyance at the deceased whose corpse had been taking to the mortuary after the unfortunate incidence.  I waited till the mourners left, and took Lara’s children to our flat.  I bathe them and as much as I would have loved to be the CIA, I waited till they finished their food. Kishi, the first child played around with his food. I believe that was expected considering the circumstances.
But Simi, just about 5 years old has always been the chatter –box, and she eat and talked at the same time without any idea of what was going on.

After her food and a little Ben Ten Series, I took them to the children’s room to rest. I knew Kishi was attached to his mum and would understand a bit of what had happened so I allowed him to sleep as he was not ready to talk to anybody. So I went to sit beside Simi’s bed and asked quietly “Simi did you see mummy fall”.
She nodded then went on to narrate the event of the day from the time they woke up, I couldn't stop saying “and then what happened” till she got to the news and right before it she yawned. I knew from experience what that meant and intuitively brought out my I-phone and opened to the content which never stopped to amaze her.
And quietly she said. ‘’Daddy slapped and push mummy at the top of the staircase and she hit her head on the wall, mummy tripped and fell down, then she slept.

I felt cold. It was a cheap death, because two month to this event, we both laughed over this possibility and she said Tade was a very good and noble man and would never do such.
His beatings had become a ritual, yet no one knew. Not even us the neighbour, until Lara told me. He was very discreet, very cheerful and conservative; the man who conserve all his energy and aptitude to beating his wife.

They were a wonderful couple, everywhere. He was a wonderful husband as we saw. A good father and a good landlord who at one time I had drawn comparison with, to the amazement of my husband who said he could see beyond his extra cool facade. Tade was an epitome of a good man in every area, yet he was a wife beater.

Is it possible to understand a dangerous situation and yet live with it, by it and for it? That was Lara. She lived with it and died by it.  No one can understand why some women don’t leave. Not because they don’t want to, but they believe they just couldn't.    
                                                                  
In Lara’s case I believe she had the idea that it was bad to leave her husband. Yet I couldn't understand why it wasn't bad that he was beating her. She was culturally wired to believe that, what she has worked for all these years will go down the drain if she walked out.

Psychotic? Isn't it?

But maybe not psychotic if you believe a lion would cut his claws and run back to your arms crying “please don’t wound me”.

I wonder why some women refuse to see the obvious, yet they could analyse it if it happened to another woman. I also wonder why abuse and violence is constructed to be the fault of the woman. How many times have we seen raw violence from a man to a woman or a woman to a man and we laugh it off as one of life’s occurrences. Or we say “There must be something wrong with her.  She must have a tongue as sharp as the devil too. 

Women die, lay bruised, and get abused everyday by their partner; because she never walked away nor report the incidence.  Not only in marriages but it also happens in relationships. I remember sharing with Lara about my sister who condoned a walk-in and out relationship because she believed she loved the man. Abuse is not necessarily when a man lays his hand on you; abuse is also when he abandons you in a relationship, walk out on you and believe he can walk in again. Even if he holds the magic wand, must he misuse it?  Abuse is when he impregnates you and walk out , then come back again to see if it’s has been taking care of so that he can pick up from where he stopped .

It is delirious that at this age of civilization things like this happen. Even your boss with a razor tongue has never seen the back of your hand so why should your wife.
Maybe she could, may she couldn't, maybe she feared to, but all in all there is a fear of the unknown which paralyses whatever action an abused person may want to take, because they are never sure if the abuse would simply end by their walking away.

Terrible!

Lara had a good degree, she knew and must have discussed during her days in the university that she will never condone violence or abuse on women. However, when it came to her, she could not leave. She put her degree aside, and thought more of her social disgrace and alienation until she landed herself in the grave.

 One of the things we believe, which is very detrimental to our safety, as women is that we make everything look easy, and our culture and society has dictated some uncouth ideologies about sufferance in marriage , abuse or domestic violence in marriage as a woman’s cross. We are wired to think we should  be the perfect woman, mother, and daughter, beautiful and make everything look easy. We try to balance everything, a little pain here a little pain there. Yet it is not simple. Bottling anger, oppression, abuse, and misuse should not be easy.

Yes, Lara had a good degree, but it became worthless the minute it had no voice, because her voice the voice of her knowledge must have told her the expected result. “What if I die?”, she should have asked.  He may marry again; even at marriage the children are still orphans because you can never be sure of the treatment meted to them .We are not only orphans by some circumstances but we are also orphans by the choices we make and the ones we refuse to make.

When we talk  about crimes committed against the defenseless, domestic violence against  women, the children, do we really talk about the impact it has on generation.  Every day, women are being mugged on the streets, sexually assaulted, harassed, date-raped, beaten and killed by their partners  and for some reasons we accept it. We accept slaps, the bruise, the knife cut, the knife wounds the blow we see on their faces, as the pains of matrimony. Lurking behind the perfect portrait of marital bliss can be a license holder of  marital torture and rape.

In my own case I believe telling her to get out was not enough. I should have done better .This is not a guilt trip, but I should have done better. I have never been hit by a man, just like some of us, not because we don’t have a razor sharp tongue or temperament to hurt the devil himself, but because we are just the lucky ones, and because they are the good ones. Even the docile without a razor tongue are still hit, so I deduce it is not a temperament issue. It is worse than that. I have heard stories of the "wonderful-man-beater-chocolate and flower bringer". What is the impact on the children that happened to see all these? Kishi refuse to talk about the death of his mother, Simisola kept asking when mummy will come. But give or take 2 years she may forget about her whereabouts and remember a mother that once cared.  Will Kishi take after his father? It is tucked down their memory, will they do it? Won’t they do it? Only God can tell the effect of that which they saw. 

Lara , am sorry  I didn't  go to the police with your story, even though you told me you  would deny it .
I am sorry that I didn't involve a higher authority. If I have confronted your husband, wouldn't it have been worse than this. I am sorry.

Despite cries, campaigns, injunctions, laws, violence still continues all around the world. Somewhere, somehow a voice is crying over a recently lost loved one who was murdered and silenced by an intimate partner.

This isn't just women’s issue. Women, children and men have the human right to be safe in their own homes. As Abraham Lincoln once said “The strength of a nation lies in the homes of its people.”
Lara I am sorry he finally killed you, much more am sorry he killed the little angel you carried within you. Her sojourn was just 12 weeks and four days when she snuggled down the abyss of her father’s violence. Adieu Lara.
As we mark yet another day for the elimination of violence against women  all over the world, I hope we will be  concerned to give more than a little thought to the bruises we have seen, the silent cries we have heard for help around us and help to stop the indiscriminate violence against the defenseless and against women around us.

*This is a social consciousness story by Funmi Akerele. Founder of Pink Ambition .

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Sunday, 23 November 2014

...I am here
I am more than enough
I have so much to give
I posses the strength to make things happen
The strength to conceive...
The idea
And GET UP.
...Every idea is an ideal mountain top, only climbed by those little droplets of hungry sweats, brave enough   to encroach roundabout the calluses or smoothness of life.

I am here,
I am more than enough
I took the bet, more like a dare to climb
Knowing fully well I have so much to loose
The ladder we all climb seems glossy
Yet the slippery happenstance is usually for those who hold the ladder with wet hands,wet flip flops intending to climb.
Slippery is good. It exposes our dynamism
 They say the view at the top remains the best, yet with unwavering dexterity and a god-damn attitude -- only few idea -list climb.
Inevitable are the results they meet :
 concrete justice, or mountaintop justice.

I am here
I am more than enough
I have so much to give
The ladder is a disguise, the action is the mainstream
STARTUP.
Every step is a bespoke activity
The victory of one challenge announces more challenges
The steps are many...
There is a step of love filled with passion and thirst; the first born of the world’s  greatest couple
There is distress. 
There is hunger , anger and regret bundled about the memory of the diverse opportunities to be seen down the stairs.
There is a step of serenity which may propel you to think life is at its best abyss. The gentle breeze from this view is deceiving ,distracting and unforgivably beautiful. Only those who open their minds to the empty steps upward venture to complete it.
There’s a step of happiness in which the prosperity of others is also  your prosperity .
There is a step of “exhale”. How simple actions makes your full belly flutter like a blossom on her first love.
And There is a step of joy, not the last step , but equipped with the  knowledge of how to,
The wisdom of life’s successes is a principle sought by many who refused to climb the ladder. The simple action of the climb is a result of having resolved with the mind.
Knowledge is inevitable for the climb.

UPSTAIRS!
The best strategies may not happen with the best ideas
But an idea is fundamental. A great one is ingenious.
It may be easy to climb, easy to engage, easy to be active and upward.
It is usually dumb not to think before jumping or before descent
The inevitable may happen
Concrete justice or mountaintop justice
So every climb or descent and all process requires the “ups”

I am here
I am more than enough
I have so much to give
The ability to GETUP!
The creativity to STARTUP
!
The decision to start UPSTAIRS!

 And that is why I am here
Remember…Believe…Knowledge…Opportunities (Pink Ambition)

Funmi Akerele
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Wednesday, 12 November 2014

P.A.C

...acknowledging that our actions,beliefs,words and emotion are not the best choices is a state where we evaluate our selves and choose who we are and who we want to be.

For those things you do,for the ones you have done, and for those you are about to do, once you get to a state that you P.A.C (Pause. Acknowledge and Clear your mind) before you act, then you have began to choose who you are and what to become.

Emotional intelligent people are ordinary people who have mastered and aligned their emotions as well as others to yield positive results and actions to make impact in their workplace, relationship, career and lives.

To choose yourself there must be a continuous evaluation of your emotion and thoughts before it culminate into any activity.

What is the result of your choice action?

I have chosen to love my life by aligning my thoughts and emotions to understand, evaluate and often re-evaluate what I want to do, how I do things and why I want to do it. To choose yourself; intentional evaluation is the key choice before action.

I did a check this morning to start to do, to count, to get,to become,to allow, to disallow, to understand, to appreciate, to work harder, to say and much more importantly make choices that are devoid of negative entanglements; to use more hindsight and insights rather than give room to a botox injected emotion in dealing with myself and in leading and living with people.

I have learnt that I am who I am because of my choices and lack of it, and I can control my thoughts and actions once I understand the need to properly evaluate and get in the drivers seat towards a better life, self esteem and a proper emotional competence.

Your life is your choice. Choose actions, thoughts, emotions, behaviour that will positively influence you and others.

Its your choice!

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Tuesday, 11 November 2014

Women for Women

Politics can be a pool of dirty tricks. 

This is a global phenomenon and female politicians face the brunt of strict political environment, political violence, physical as well as sexual assault , abuse, and under -representation due to no support as well as gender discrimination prevalent in politics.
Marginalization of women in politics in Nigeria can thoroughly be addressed by the support of women for women. The level of representation of women in politics in Nigeria is disheartening, yet the advantages for more female representation is huge. Women are the bedrock of the society and also a veritable tool of development in any society.
There are so many hindrances aside marginalization or gender disparity, women politicians face but one winning edge to all these challenges is when we have more women supporting women in politics. Our value system is not encouraging, as women politicians are viewed as thieves who support the looting of the treasury. The wags of tongues and the backlashes from other women are enough to send noble office holders or interested women leaders to a scurry of silence.

If we begin to support women who are interested in politics ,more women will be bold to come into politics and this will definitely change our society for better.
For the success of those who are running in different capacity in the 2015 election, it is important we have more women supporting them to share ideas, network and advocate for better manifestos as well as good mandate to make them have a victory.
It is simple, women need women.
We need to bring our bricks together one after the other to see what we can build with our own voices and unyielding support .
If a woman candidate has a wrong notion for running a political position, through our participation and encouragement with counsel , it is possible for her to see the light of the tunnel and not grope around in darkness.
To see the success of the 2015 election, Nigerian women have a strong part to play in supporting all the women who are running for office.

Women are leaders and Nigeria needs more women leaders!

Remember…Believe…Knowledge…Opportunities (Pink Ambition)

Funmi Akerele
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Thursday, 7 August 2014

Emotional intelligence

Every day living is an emotional experience and moments for females of all ages. 

Everyday we live on the edge or in fullness of an emotion which may either be borne out of experience, situations or long tales shared by someone believed by so many.

Aggravated, grumpy, defensive, radiant, dejected, joyous, overwhelmed, jealous,zealous, ever cranky, moody, depressed, confident, elated, never satisfied, happy, envious, always visibly annoyed, resourcefully happy, comfortable, composed, good natured, dejected, emotionally imbalance,easily irritated, understanding, agitated, unease, argumentative, frustratingly simple, frustrated, determined,purposeful e.t.c.
Emotion guides everything we do. We are wired up with emotions that if not rightly checked can either make or break us.

To navigate life challenges and stand out as exceptionally as we want, our emotions must be
played intelligently, which means, you must understand your self and your emotions.

Emotional Intelligence is the “something” in each of us that is a bit intangible. It affects how we manage our behavior, manage other people, navigate social complexities, and make personal decisions that achieve positive results.

Our formation could be wrong, due to habits and childhood traumas or experiences,but once we learn to read the language of our emotions, we no longer need to linger on negative emotional hangups for hours, for days, for months and for a lifetime.

Emotion impacts everything you say or do each day and predicts your performance in the workplace as well as being the strongest driver of leadership and personal excellence. Having love, happiness and success depends on the ability to create and maintain good emotions.

It is not a skill that can be taught at school. It can not be used as an assessment for promotion in school, but it is definitely what is required to get to the next level in life. No one will be willing to put the money on a cranky employee and no one wants a nagging woman ,nor prefer an obnoxious employer, or a dejected and highly irritant team member. No one definitely want a woman or man who categorizes everyone due to past experiences.

We all get angry, have disappointments, feel frustrated, want to express love, be happy and we often express our emotions to let people know how we feel. Learning to manage emotions, is important - by learning how to use these emotions in ways that serve us rather than letting it run or ruin our lives. One can inevitably learn to stay calm under pressure, be more effective in our work and more influential with those around us.

Emotions are powerful but they do not have to overpower our lives.

Life does not fall flat on lack of good books skills, life fall flat on the lack of strong emotional skills which is the inability to read your own feelings, control your impulses, calm down and maintain resolve and hope in the face of setbacks.

Life is good; It can be good; It will be good , when you learn to deal with your emotions and the emotion of others without having negative attitudes.

Remember…Believe…Knowledge…Opportunities (Pink Ambition)

Funmi Akerele
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Tuesday, 5 August 2014

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Thursday, 19 June 2014

The scars that make us beautiful!

I know about accidents. I have seen accidents. The fatal ones, the tear-guts and all likes; I once had an accident, but none of these accidents have made impact on me like the ones that left horrible scars.  The aftermath, the recuperation, the denial, the resignation, all form the visible and invisible scars that mar our beauty.  I know of scars that never heal, I know of scars that heal faster than the “scarer”, and I also know of scars that heal completely without medication.

Everyone has a scar.
Everyone carries scar.
Everyone deals with their scars differently.

Tell me what I dont know; that the scars left by a pain can be easily forgotten? One thing I know is “it is dangerous to abandon one’s self to the luxury of grief: It deprives one of courage and even of the wish for recovery”.

Eryca Freemantle had no idea of what destiny or the over 200 scars that mar her face will do to her life, after her near death accident. At that time physicians, psychologist, parents, friends, colleagues, all saw a scarred face and body that is not acceptable in the modelling profession. She saw the like at first until she learnt to fight the horrors of the scars that would have tarnished her beauty.  Left with loss of hair, a near amputation of her left leg, undergone five fibroid operations, with a 3 years agonizing and resented solitude, after being told she will never walk again,and worst of all over 200 scars to her face. 

 With sheer deetrmination, she was motivated to learn about corrective make-up techniques and applications to camouflage facial blemishes and scarring. Accepting she could not pursue modelling, she decided to become a make-up artist. Her story is an amazing and inspirational one. Her positive attitude towards life encouraged her determination to proceed and be successful. It was her motivation that gave her the courage to embrace her beauty at a time of such low self-esteem. She had to make and design her own make-up, to disguise her scarred face because of the inavailability of makeup in the UK for black women, much less black women with imperfections. So she got some mud from the garden, mixed it with water and put it on her face. That was her first ever experience with makeup. It didn’t look good, but it made her feel better because it covered the scars for a little while.

To so many people, courage in the face of disaster is a no good, yet this inspiring woman used the powder of hope to smoothen the imperfection of her scars. She understood how to deal with the roots of her scars and ultimately learnt to use her tweezers of elegance to pluck free the inner scars that may be more visible that the outer scars. Her self realization mirrored the knowledge that guided her perfections of her scars, she knew without doubts that once she couldn’t feel it, then she wouldn’t see it and yes, we wouldn’t see it.

Today, Eryca is an acclaimed make-up artist and industry expert. She has researched the make-up artist industry intensely, travelled the globe, looking at trends and predictions. Through her research she was able to identify that she had something unique and very much in demand to offer, slightly more than the average make up artist. She has specialist industry knowledge combined with traumatic experiences, which is why she is known as a “survivor.” She is an award-winning celebrity and international make-up artist, industry intelligence, consultant, educator, author, corrective make-up specialist, trend setter, key note and motivational speaker. Eryca motivates, encourages, unites and emotionally lifts people of all ages and genders. She has a glamorous approach to fashion, photography, beauty and corrective make-up. Eryca Freemantle is a Lifestyle Guru, an award-winning, celebrity whose positive attitude towards life encouraged her determination to proceed and be successful.

 Her life is a lesson for those whose palms still hold lines they can trace; if you hold out on the invitation to create your own beauty techniques in covering your scars, chances are that you will miss the compliments of life and the success story. A little dab of your astringent may not be enough, the discovery of your foundation may seems futile, but you can learn to loose yourself in the beauty of your powder, and let the right application of all corrective measures give you the best chances at covering your scars.

Who knows about your scars, who sees your fears, who hears the near trembling voice everytime you approach the podium, who wants a list of your past failures, who cares about your limitations. No one decides if you get the seat at the high table. Don’t let anyone play dragon with your scars, cover them the best you could and be the best you can.  Our scars are not the ones the world see, they are not the ones we know, but the ones we acknowledge. The visibility is not the problem, but the acceptance is the disease.
This is not to say we must indulge in corrective measures to cover a fool’s dungeon but to solve the inner impediments that are causing the outside breakouts.
It’s hard. It’s near impossible. It’s overwhelming.

 But you need your own “awesomeness”. Most times we have the solutions in our hands, but we throw away the mantle of our own success because we are scarred, we have been scarred or because of some scars.

Eryca Freemantle says "every woman has the right to simple make-up and fitness regime that enhances her natural beauty. All women are beautiful."

I know that everyone has a scar.
Everyone carries scar.
You need a technique to work out your scars, believe me.

Salute to this wonderful and courageous woman, Eryca Freemantle, as she joins our list of the “SASSY, SMART and SUCCESSFUL”.

It’s indeed an honour to write and share her story with you.

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(C) Funmi Akerele
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Saturday, 24 May 2014

#BringBackOurGirls

There will never be a generation of great men until there has been a generation of free women -- of free mothers.
- Robert G. Ingersoll. 

#BringBackOurGirls

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Friday, 23 May 2014

MOTIVES



 The butterfly attractiveness derives not only from colours and symmetry: deeper motives contribute to it. - Primo Levi.

Succeessful people are regular people.  Some had the same amount of opportunities while others had none.
Their similarities are not hidden, yet difficult for some to see. Some see their successes as a carbon copy while others copy their successes to the carbon.

Ideas are different inspirations given on different platforms for differnt reasons to satisfy different purposes. Two ideas may look the same but none is totally like the other except copied and pasted. Thus, inspirations or ideas left unactivated will go away; Perhaps the law of gravity.  

Our ability to receive and work with any idea is expantiated by the tale of the sower; only those who receive the dreams, develop the passsion and worked at it have the similarities seen in succesful people.
I once asked in ignorance, are some born successful? Yes they are born,and re-created themselves for a reason.

I know beyond doubt that being succesful is not a priviledge, it is not a gift, it is not a joke, but it is the rightful application of the difference between the non- succseful and the succesful.
This simlarity or difference as the case maybe is called - MOTIVE.

The motive for working that idea when no one else believed in you, when all circumstances seem to deprived you of sanity.
I work hard day and night to see that girls and women have enough inspirations, knowledge and motivation to be able to change their lives for the best.  It is a service for me. It is a job for others and if done by two people our motives are different and our result will definetely be different.

What drives what you do? What is the underlying reason? A banker with enough customer service aptitiude to draw people to come back again- It is not her bank, but maybe one day it will be the basis of her idea to see that people are made happy wherever they are offered great services. To be succesful is not a day’s job. It is a continious raise of the motives that drove you into wanting to be succesful. If you raise your heels every time with the right motives, it might just be the beginning of success for you.  

Dare to be successful; stand up everyday and do that which you should do, perhaps situations maynot be the best reasons for doing that but your heels should be tinged with enough aptitude, resolutions, humility, assertiveness, sassyness, knowledge, optimism, prudence, creativity, smartness, confidence and tenacity to work with your motives. It’s a brand new day each morning, perhaps your heels knows that, perhaps not.

#yoursuccessmotives.

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(C) Funmi Akerele

Monday, 5 May 2014

Bring Back Our Girls.

The most unbearable pain of a mother is the pains of a missing child. The wails of a parent, the disgust of a nation, the cries of a people, the travails of different classes, the pandemonium of a number of voices, the wilderness criers, the town shakers and the silent weepers; the shame of a government without a voice.

I have watched too many American movies and have seen the real performances of its government when a citizen is abducted.  Not once, not twice, was a group of captured soldiers left to their fate without the faith and actions of its government fighting to bring them back.

In most cases there are assumptions; assumptions are not certainties, yet uninhibited assumptions could be a certainty. If I assume that a government left 234 of its army for over 2 weeks to the fate of terrorism, people who plague and look for undesereved attention, and then I can assume that the soldiers in this saga are more than ransome. Innocent people the government easily left unattended to. It would be fatal for the government to overlook the urgency of this saga.

Assumptions are strong; they form the basis for some truths. They can be formed, founded, traced and identified. They may be certainty or uncertainty, yet they are pointers...

The best government in the world does not give up its citizens to the slaughter and wait till the outcry of its people get unbearably high octave before answers are given. There is no romance without a relationship; there is no government without people. The understanding of such facts makes us wonder and assume if indeed our soldiers were not actually meants for the gallows in which they found themselves.

The exremist have given us a slap and the dangers of non-retaliation or no attempt will be a reoccurence of more dangerous sagas. Senseless though we may call their fanaticsm, but it was not without sense for the organisers as this was done with a purpose and according to the plan it was meant for. It is indeed clear that there is a reason. Nothing is really nothing unless you would rather be doing something else.

We face no more serious decisions in Nigeria today than the decisions to go after our abducted girls. Do we need a debate to ask for the whereabout of humans? Possibly a roundtable discussion, strategies and actions, but a debate of no action is a sail for another direction.

There is no confusion in our assumptions, no uncertainty in our feelings, no discrepancies in our belief of injustice meted upon the handling of the matters of the abduction.
Yet ...our girls are there.

It is a possible assumption that our girls would ask themselves what their fate is in a country where their fellows are carted away in the middle of the night? .The girls yet to come and even those who don’t understand what is going on presently and who will assume that it is possible to be kidnapped by some demented association in the mid of the night while studying for examination and carted away to be made sex slaves, wives  of bandits, slaves for lives and earn an undeserved future of terrorism, daily rape, assault, beatings and also be made witnesess to an untowards an unreasonalbe belief for a diluted religious beliefs.

Accordingly to Tony Blair in his speech on the London bombings “the extremist mission is cleverly aimed at their target audience. Their cause is not founded on an injustice. It is founded on a belief, one whose fanatiscm is such that can’t be moderated. It can’t be remedied. It has to be stood up to.
Omar Nelson Bradley rightly posited when he said “unless one values the lives of his soldiers and is tormented by their ordeal he is unfit to command”.

One man’s tears; one woman’s wail make assumptions powerfull... they form the basis to the truth, for in the senate of grasses two elephants fight in a forest, the carcas of the defeated is just what the grasses await.
Then the assumptions again; to what or whose gain is the terrorism in this country?

Assumptions are strong... stronger than what we are fed with.

But our consolation is that all the people of the world are in partner with our interest and our cries for our daughters to be brought back, and for our part as a people we see clearly that unless justice is done for our girls, the injustice of the terrorist beliefs with politcal and governmental unmedicated actions will ruin our land.
#BringBackOurGirls.

(C) Funmi Akerele

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