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

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