LIVE AND IMPACT – GOALS OF A PURPOSEFUL WOMAN.
“As successful as it may seem I am at this point in my life I don’t know where I’m headed to in fact I have never been more confused about life as I am at this very moment”. “This can never go into print” Ronke whispered to the interviewer a columnist with a popular newspaper in the country.
This came as a shock even to me as I said it, if it ever went into print it would break the perfect world which I have built over the years for myself and my somewhat over a million active followers. I had the perfect house, husband, and my kids once featured on ebony kids. They are beyond adorable. My world was to many a fairy tale. what could be the problem here? Why the constant nagging thought that I wasn’t doing enough? I am not an unhappy woman but I wanted more out of my life….I wanted to actually live and impact it wasn’t enough to be just the next woman on the walkway.
These qualities are not limited and should not be stringent in our lives.
During my quest, I took upon myself to research and study about different personalities and traits of highly purposeful women and found out that in summary, it takes the grace of God to come to a certain level of fulfillment to find peace. To do this you need to have some qualities.
You should understand that ultimately seeking and finding what works for you will always be the best when it comes to serving individually its purpose. You might already be practicing unconsciously some of these qualities or sometimes be inconsistent in your resolve. We need to daily remind ourselves that the goal here is self-improvement which is accompanied by enjoying our journey as much as we can.
We can be women of impact in different areas of our lives if we can cultivate this seemingly fulfilling attitude or what some may call qualities:
- Authenticity: shocked I am using this as the first quality right? Before I used to think faith as the overall reason behind our existence then I found that it actually is. It’s already there lurking, waiting deep beneath the surface. Now we exercise our faith in God (supreme being) by trusting that he has given us all we need to manifest and be who we really are. This some refer to as “reaching the core of our authentic self’ My friend one day asked me over the phone” what are you really afraid of?” I told him I was scared of living someone else’s reality. The fact that the world makes it so easy keeps me up, constantly evaluating, making sure that after all said and done I am still going where I want to and not where someone else maybe family or friends wants me to. For that is where you can make a pure and positive impact.
- Passion and purpose: I call this the P&P effect. What drives you? What is it that fuels your spirit once its thought crosses your mind. Now that is something you are passionate about. Find that which drives and moves you most and light the fire burning inside of you and as much as you can leave it that way. It’s totally ok to sometimes feel as though that fire is about to be snuffed out by an unseen element. It is your ability to come right back into the track that counts.
- Confidence: this is a total belief in oneself, trusting you not just for what other people say but for who you know you are. This quality allows your worth and value scream even without you ever opening your mouth to talk or introduce it yourself. Some of us are well grounded in it during the earlier stages of our lives while for some this trait needs to be learned and integrated into our daily lives. So many mistakes this human quality as pride, there is a clear-cut difference between the two. It is however very easy for your honest confidence to slip into pride. The above-listed qualities are just to help you grow effectively into who you truly are as a woman. Apart from these, you should be persistence and ever ready to evolve when trends change. This comes with a healthy amount of flexibility. By all means, as much as you can have an optimistic approach towards issues as they come your way and by the way hun, it’s ok to accept and seek support from others.
When in doubt, finding what works for you becomes almost a herculean task, remember that the answer you are looking for lies within. Cheers.
Written by EBELE ELSIE OKOLI
Life of a Lagos Single Sister (Endless Search)
Life of a Lagos Single Sister
Fast forward tertiary education and boom! Life happened! Like an unprepared Contestant at a beauty Pageant, you find yourself single and confused.
Everyone appears to be making it, while you barely exist. Everyone applauds your youth but that seems to be your only major achievement- young graduate.
‘You are young and bright. You have the energy, time and resources at your disposal. Give life your best…’- This and many more, they tell you but you are tired of such sermons.
You reach out to people, those you think can help but rather than highlight pointers for you, they make life a whole lot difficult-
‘Ah, my dear, this life is not easy o. You have to fight to win. Just keep doing the ‘right things’, I trust you. You’ll Make it.’
You are not too excited because that was not why you reached out in the first place.
Well, it is what it is. You try to be rational and explain away the responses you got. You tell yourself-
‘Uncle tszhhytbhytne probably has a lot on his mind. He is probably too busy. I shouldn’t blame him.’
You are back to your initial search and struggle for your life’s essence. You invest in your mental development and work yourself out.
You want to be self made – or so you think. You work, work and work some more.
It’s 10:00pm and you are still on your way home. It has become a daily routine. You are tired but you know you mustn’t give up. You reminisce on your days activities and you are not satisfied with all you had achieved.
You sigh, it’s another night. You promise yourself to push yourself harder the next day.
You close your eyes. You soak in your environment and breathe- You never cease to Breathe…
‘This too shall pass,
This too shall pass,
This too shall pass…’
This has become your life- Yes, you- the Lagos Single Sister…
Your love, now and always
Mercy Oluwafemi Adeniyi
All stories do come to an end.
And so has FIREBURST.
The 3 weeks long duel which kicked started with 16 writers have pulled the curtain with one champion emerging tops.
A hearty congrats to Mercy Adeniyi for an admirable performance.
We also congratulate all other participants
Coxson Ibinabo Benedicta, Sonia Ayisa, Amara Chidinma Ezediniru, Vicky Bon Uzuazor, Adebisi Temidayo, Innocent Chikweremundu, Mazi Chikelu Chino, Raphael Francis, Chinedu Nzere, Azubogu Ogochukwu, Ahanonu Christian, Adekunle Adeniyi, Ayomipo Ademilusi, Choolwe Writes.
You are all winners.
Gratitude to the impartial judges: Robert Cook(U.S.A), Gloria Ogo(NIGERIA), Ikechukwu Ndibe(NIGERIA)
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THE FINAL DUEL
THE FINAL DUEL
For a battle which began with 16 players, today these two pen wielders will draw the curtain with the most rugged of all in the streets.
Let the best lady or man WIN with your votes
A 400-word story …based off the picture below and titled: Through her eyes
The RULES are easy
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Through Her Eyes…
‘You are despicable, devilish and I curse the day I met you!. I’ve known no peace ever since you came into my life! It’s trouble today and unrest tomorrow! I pray you rot in hell because that’s where the likes of you deserve to live for the rest of your miserable life!.’
He stormed out of the room, angry.
If only he knew why his wife acted the way she did. But how would he? How could anyone see Jasmine for who she was? Everyone was eager to judge but no one was willing to wear the shoes of another.
It is he who wears the shoes that know where it hurts the most. They didn’t care to know and the more she tried to show them, the more they caused her to drown. She had to leave. She picked a few things in the house and walked away from everything she hangs on to for strength. She had to let go…
Jade couldn’t believe his eyes when he got back home. Jasmine left the house with no message or notice of her whereabouts. This lady had messed up his life already, why did she want to hurt him again this night by leaving without a word as to where? Well, she’ll come back to her senses and come back home.
Three days and nothing was heard from Jasmine, she didn’t come back. Jade began to lose it. The police got involved and the search for Jasmine began.
Jade regretted his actions. He had constantly abused his wife emotionally. He thought to exert himself and showing her he was the boss was making a statement as the head of the home. For five years, he berated his wife – the supposed love of his life. Over time, he became the god in the home, while she was nothing but an object- a piece of property. But now, things were changing and he was willing to trade anything just to have her back.
On the fourth day of the search, he was arranging Jasmine’s room when he stumbled on a collection of books – Jasmine’s diary. His discovery was going to change his perspective and he was going to regret treating his wife the way he did.
He saw what life was for his wife for the very first time through her diary.
The discovery killed him…
Through Her Eyes…
1. In your face, I see an epiphany, though the wrinkles are deep. In your eyes that were once a dome of exuberant flashes, are flickers; they fly and flounder. Because they have seen the colour of broken dreams; because they know the bite of salted tears.
You are Mama, whenever I become afraid, I raise a lamp to your face and through your aged eyes, I see love.
2. ‘Nwanyi Crayfish!’
It made me cringe. To know that you would return every day with the smell of crayfish filling the little spaces of our impoverished room. It filled me with dread to hear my teacher say, ‘Nnanna, your mother is coming.’
And I carried this shame to the university. The day you came knocking at Lemon lodge, probably with ukwa and Mangala (my favourite). I took the other door and left you in the rain. Because I was afraid that my mates would know, that the boy who wore elegant suits and spoke impeccable English was the ordinary son of an ordinary crayfish seller.
3. ‘Everyday one wrapper, tufiakwa’
I never knew how deep those words cut you but I said them. I remember. I remember that you stood still for a minute and then ran into the house. I thought you went for a cane or something until I heard your cry, loud and spasmodic—the ululation of bitterness; it must have felt like losing a child.
4. ‘If papa was here’
I wish you had called me a fool the night I opened my shit eating mouth to say that. I was foolish not to see that you were the gentle river that ran deep.
I spent my eighteenth birthday inside the cell of CPS Onitsha.
I was in a cramped room, with other boys who smoked marijuana and some others who rolled dice for money. They came and bundled us into their Black Maria. I thought I would die.
But Mama came. They said that you made a bed with your wrapper and cried like a mad woman. They said that you rolled in the dirt and would go nowhere. They said that you were screaming, ‘I am a widow! He is the only thing I have left.’
So they let me go. That night you nursed my bruises with a piece of cloth and hot water. And I slept in your arms like a day old.
In your face, I see a web of silver yarns. Your skin is hanging loose and your back is bent. What is left of your gaunt frame is a bunch of bones stuck in an ebbing flesh.
But you are no longer the woman I despised. When I look through your eyes, the only thing I see is the spirit of a kindred, warm and luminous; full of the love that will remain long after you are gone.
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