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BUY ME NOW! EKWENSU'S HARVEST IS UP FOR GRABS

What would you do if you were to witness the African Igbo deities speak, laugh, eat, love and feel pain?

Ekwensu's Harvest explores the rich culture of the Igbo's and the life of the pantheons. This is an intriguing story of love and betrayal. It's a tale of Africans by an African, for Africans and the whole world.

Why do you hear about Zeus, Apollo, Athena and never about Amadioha, Ani or Ekwensu? In this book the writer, Andrew Ifeatu Jennifer makes that happen. She explores the world of the Igbo pantheons. They breathe, speak, laugh, cry and sulk like mere mortals.

You cannot afford to be left behind. Grab your copy here.

You can also make payment N500 to the account below:

Account name: Andrew Ifeatu Jennifer
Account Number: 0173707750
Bank: Guaranteed Trust Bank

Then send details of your payments to 08035725157

DOAT & CLAIRE: A BRAND THAT ADDS VALUE AND VIRTUE TO EVERYONE WHO COMES IN CONTACT WITH IT

Some of the traits that have endeared me to Boluwatiwi Ayo-Opaleke are family values, excellence, respect, integrity, learning and empathy.  She wears many hats; each one attempting to give expression to a specific piece of her. A few friends refer to her as a relationship-centric but she likes to think of herself as a positive change enthusiast who has a passion for writing and music. She often employs them as communication tools to inspire and challenge positive behavioural change. 

I had the privilege of doing this feature with her where this mother of four and CEO of Doat & Claire, a fashion company that provides solutions in the area of clothing, footwear and accessories shared her entrepreneurial journey.   What made you take this path towards this line of entrepreneurship? After working in the banking industry for ten years, I resigned to pursue other interests. Even though I have always had a knack for online journaling/blogging, music and presenting, I knew that I had to dev…

I FORGOT YOU HAD A BUSINESS! YOU HAVE NO ONLINE PRESENCE

Last week, I had a chat with an old friend. She had called, we chatted for a long period of time about life in general then she brought up the topic about entreprneurship.

I stared at her with quizzed eyes, "You have interest in entreprenurship?" It sounded novelle to me to hear that coming from her.

However, it took me a while to remember that she once talked about establishing a startup. I proceeded to check up her business on Google and her social media platforms but there was no trace of the 'said startup.' You might just be like her.

The bottomline was that her business lacked online presence. But, wait a minute! Why does your business need online presence?

Get a pen and note this down:

You need to make it easier for your potential customers to reach you, you need to market your brand with ease and make it easier to build relationships with your customers and potential customers.

And the most outstanding remains showcasing your products and services.  To this r…

LESSONS FROM THE BEACH SHORE PEBBLES

My earliest memory of being at the beach should have been at the age of five. Apart from watching the waves roll and people running away from it. Another thrilling experience for me had been picking fine well-shaped pebbles. It was just, PEBBLES! It was just something any kid would do.

Years down the line, I have found out that I was learning something else in disguise. I was learning how to pick life lessons. On a lighter note, I love to imagine life like a cow that travels miles dropping her dung. Ofcourse, it's dung, who wants some smelly thing? But if you make use of it properly, you will be grooming a fertile land. The same thing applies to life lessons, you use them well, then they turn around and reward you.

I have made some mistakes that sometimes I wish I could reverse. But do I dwell on them? Hell, No! I learn from them.

A friend once asked me, "Why do you go so hard on checking up on me? I don't think I am worth it"

"It does not matter to me what you…

I AM RUNNING FOR PRESIDENT! LET'S TALK OVER BREAKFAST

One of the boxes I would never have checked before now was having breakfast. I would ask, "Wait a minute, What's breakfast?" I had terrible eating habits. 

Two years prior to now I would leave home without breakfast and eventually settle for brunch. My mind was always filled with tasks to achieve for the day while the thought of breakfast was well swept under the carpet.

My family and friends would hold tonnes of advisory sessions on the importance of having breakfast. The worst part being that I was a black sheep in the field of Public Health which I studied. So how do I advise someone to do something yet go contrary? The guilt began to settle in gradually. 

Let long stories be for the 'Leonard's.' I broke that habit after bouts of health challenges due to my poor dietary regime. My evaluation of that period was that I was depriving myself of self-love. If you love yourself, you will eat right. 
Incase you are yet to notice, the most grumpy people often times ar…

LOVE IS A BUTTERFLY

I have watched her walk up to me in dark rooms Pulling off dark curtains to allow light in I stare at her hands  They were unfamiliar but bore gifts
It's a block of rooms in a compound Compact even in diversity Even when I got fed up with her and lost her She found me in the most pleasant ways In the most unfamiliar ways
Arms open wide Moist eyes Warm hugs that set my heart on fire  Giving my dead soul a double resuscitation I waited for it from the familiar medics They didn't show up But she came borne by another 
I am not very loyal So I tend to throw her away To cast her to the ground But she is rooted in me like a cashew seed So I sowed her like a fertile seed on other lands
She is a song that I will sing to fellow travellers She is a scroll that I will hand down through generations She is a vision that I will show to the blind She is a baton that I will pass on to other marathoners
But no one told me  That she had wings  That she perched on every tree  or that she was a …