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. 
www.facebook.com/pinkambitions
www.google.com/+FunmiAkerele
www.pinkambition1.blogspot.com
Twitter: @Pinkambitions1
Instagram: pinkambition1
Email: pink.ambition@ymail.com

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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