Dream Track

β€œIt is often when night looks darkest, it is often before the fever breaks that one senses the gathering momentum for change, when one feels that resurrection of hope in the midst of despair and apathy.”  β€” Hillary Clinton

Night terrors,we all know them so well. The fear of not being good enough, the fear of not measuring up,the fear of imposter syndrome. Sometimes we imagine it’s a big label on the tops of our forehead, and often people can see the madness in our eyes. A different madness, when life has spun the recorder too quickly and all the tape is now squashed. Yet , you must remember as you run in your lane,you are not the only one on the track. You cannot run everybody else’s race for them otherwise you will not qualify, but as you run, as you execute what you have practice d over again in your mind just remember, that you are not on your own. You are not alone in life’s track, you must keep going. No matter how many races you’ve run unfinished, remember that if this is the one,you want,this is the dream you want. You must see it, touch it, taste it,feel it, and try your best not to listen to the heckles from the crowd. It is difficult I know. Sticks and stones right? No. Words can corrupt,erode, disrupt,words are powerful and dangerous weapons, so as you use your words and language to build yourself up, and you face life with steely determination, just remember that the vision may tarry, but it will surely come to pass. But what about you, do you plan to help it, or will you listen to the crowd that are talking the talk, but are not on the field running the race.

Burning the boats

‘Burn the boats’

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someone once said if you want to take the Island burn the boats. Give it everything you’ve got and go for it with all you are. Believe that not only can you do it, but you are willing to commit to the tasks to execute it. When you fail, step back asses and adjust. Who can you model that’s gotten it right, how can you add value , how can you develop a plan going forward to empower yourself. You must believe that you are capable by consistently executing the steps to get you into the position for your future self.


The courage to conquer and Exhale

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Your courage will carry you to a higher level, your search for knowledge will inform your decisions, your goals, your commitment. If you can overcome the ease it takes to procrastinate, then when you take bold steps towards the vision you seek, you will find doors opening for you. Knowledge empowers those who seek it, fear can sometimes alienate us from our truth. Wether it be in enterprise or your journey on a different path, the thirst for wisdom will expose you to many things. It will give you insight, and provide prisms of light even in the shadowiest recesses of your mind. You will find that as you seek for answers, there will be others who claw at your ambitions with their fear of being left behind. I discovered from my journey and watching the journey of others becoming successful, sometimes what people speak unto you, comes from their own fears of abandonment. You may not be abandoning ship, you are just exhaling in your growth.


Reflections of the Self

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How many times will you whip yourself with words, will you look upon yourself with contempt for that failure in enterprise, socially, in life. And what did you learn? Did you learn you cant be trusted, or did it put the cat amongst the pigeons and you decided others could not be trusted? Did it make you resent yourself for your shortcomings or did it propel you to make a change. Steps. In time you will heal and learn to trust yourself again. In time you will commit again, believe again, see again, and execute again. Yet if you are allowing the fear to compound, whilst others ridicule your misadventures with comments about your failed attempts, just remember that within every failure is a lesson. Who you become is a product of who you have been, what you have seen, and the lessons you learned from the self you were. I made so many mistakes in life whilst building my network, at times i became frustrated with myself because i was so socially awkward from dealing with others who let the stench and residue of pain contaminate how they dealt with me interfere with interactions. I learned to understand, the world is not a good place, or a bad place, and sometimes the worlds we create for ourselves externally are reflections of the worlds we have within. The things we say, the things we believe in. When you are done whipping yourself with words, and you remember even a small nugget of glory, celebrate it. For we are all fragments of glass being pieced together one experienced at a time, and when we become whole is when we see our true reflection.

Awake in a dream

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In the cool steel of the night it wakes me up, thoughts unwinding like dancing visions before me,i see it stretched out like a canvas, a show piece of visions, future, potential. My hands itch to do the work. Words which i once said to challenge fear, challenge me. They are lodged in the back of my throat, some underneath my tongue, and my eyes are dark with longing. I have seen this vision many times before, a girl with a dream, with hope that fluttered deep in the bosom of a heart that beat like an african drum. Sweat clings to my skin, its liquid laminating my pert features, as i reach for my pen, i feel it now, the thud, the claw, the whispers of fear. Drawing close attempting to suck me in. Do i leave my dream to be unfulfilled, when my fingers twitch and ache, when new words are desperate to be born from their prison, do i sing it a lullabye and allow it to be lulled to sleep by envious fears, and spirit dancers with spears, no i must fight, for in the wake of this dream, something omnipotent is here.

Outside of E=Mc (squared)?

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There is a fiction told that certain things we want to accomplish in this life are impossible. Impossible is positioning, impossible is planning, impossible is network, impossible is investment. Oh? They usually dont think that far, it just sprouts from their lips. Its impossible. Yet the wright brothers be;lieved that they could fly and now we have aeroplanes, men walk on the moon, there are towns and cities structured and designed, from the construct of an architect and his/ her pen, ideas put together by inventors. When we come across these impossible people, politely inform them that impossible is you, not me. There are so many things that can be done under this sun, amazing things, new ideas and collaborations, people coming together from different coming together, global impact from cohesive thinking and strong leadership. Is it safer to believe in a world thats impossible or cling to the fringes, daring others to challenge your sanity. After all Einstein was seen as a madman but for anything else to be E= beyond Mc squared generations later we question this. So who is mad, those who trial and fail to learn more, or those who rot in the safety of what is comfortable.

The Heroes journey towards Success

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When we think of the heroes and the heroines of any success story we are often told of how often they failed within their trial. The challenges that came to them, the disruption, and the destruction. Be it the contempt of others for them stepping beyond the bracket, extending themselves, and stretching to explore their potential, we learn that failure is imminent. And yet why are so many of us afraid to fail? Why do we obsess over the little embarassments, eager to keep up appearances and promote a facade or a false existence to people who dont actually like us, or are too caught up in the mesh of their own chaos.If you have wept tears of disappointment, frustration had your heart sin because life felt so impossible. I implore you to keep going. To keep searching your inner eye as you face that self in the looking glass every morning. Because those who really take on the self, are shaping, are sculpting, are becoming. Model yourself on great leaders who came before you, do not let those whose drive has ghosted them, be a thief in the night, you have your own path to take. Success seems at times to be a postcard from another universe, and each time you hear the dialogue of others chorusing about their glory, you are filled with a stone in your throat. Take heart, my father always said the vision may tarry but it will surely come to pass. Have a checkpoint, let that checkpoint give you hope when everything else is falling to shit. Faith,belief,and where I failed many a time was consistency. No one has the right to tell you it is impossible when men walk on moons, when rockets leave Earth, when millionaires are made in new continents every minute due to insight, understanding, knowledge and development. I find myself frustrated so many times, in contempt of a reflection I once adored, searching for a self I once remembered. I lost fragments of myself in this thirst to win, yet I continue to press on because I am morphed to this new shadow.Glued to this spirit, who is both woman,child and girl. There are pieces of my puzzle missing and yet, I hold unto this, a little hope a little light, enjoy the process, and remember how beautiful it is to loose yourself in the work. Enjoy the journey.

Wisdom for your wealth

When I was younger my father used to sit us down and teach us business through prayer meetings, yet what I went into learn wasn’t just from the prayer meetings, it was something tattooed upon my soul,branded within me, a thirst for knowledge, wisdom and to grow. I wanted more, more information, more knowledge, more experiences,more development. I sought, and in many cases I found.i have had interesting experiences. I have been interviewed for a job for Buckingham palace, been commissioned for my photography of Prince Charles and the Fa cup, have built a billion pound network,through using social media and engaging people interactively. None of this would have happened if I didn’t have a thirst for knowledge. Books,webinars,seminars,courses,classes,at one point,I was devouring them eager to fill in the gaps in my knowledge bank. Knowledge and truth are what open doors, knowledge is what sets us all free,it empowers.

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New wealth concepts and ideas

These are some of my new ideas and concepts for business, be inspired and engaged. Great titles, hooks, what can become of these titles, can you formulate something? Lets see what you can do?

Trade and ecommerce portal and data hub

Network marketing and financial education portal

Wealth Monetisation portal

Info bytes nuggets

Financial education streaming platform and channel

Interactive engagement community and hub

Networking and speed monetisation hub

Community engagement platform

Global trade and information technology influencer app

Speed engagement hub app

Influencer discipleship app

Investment education app

Social feed news trend app

Trends and global economics apps

Networks and influencer marketing

Wealth hub and community profile app

Ecommerce and investment social app

Markets and trade app

Global e wealth development app

Chingy: The banking app

Social proof platforms

Investment buddy app: Educational investment tool

Nuggets of gold: Wealth education game

I am not your Nigga

I was thinking about life and all the people we’ve lost through Covid through all the other challenges and obstacles life puts out there, life can be so unpredictable. Yet we are still here, and with the life we have we must fight for the visions we started with. Growing up I was always very different to others around me, I had a unique perspective. At many times in my life I was judged, treated cruelly for being intelligent there were some who believed that as a young black woman who wasn’t abundant with coin, I should know my place. At one point in my life I was bullied so badly and treated so abhorrently, I just went mute I stopped speaking. The trauma was too much for me, I remember it and I feel it at times even when things appear to be going so smoothly. I remembered how the jealous tongues of others in the community I grew up in was used to cripple me, I remember being treated without mercy for having a disability, when I first started out in business in my community I was laughed at, became the joke of the community, was called the N word. These same people would stand out in the streets parroting community , community. I was a young black girl, without my father present, with jealous elders in the neighborhood tearing me down. It was fine when I was just seen as this ghetto Stereotype who wouldn’t accomplish much but when people started to see and people started to hear I wasn’t invisible anymore. I was called every name under the sun, a Nigga,a slut,a whore, for years, there were kids who I used to walk past like normal suddenly treating me like I was the worst person in the world because of the things their parents were saying behind closed doors. And I heard many of those things. I was nicknamed the ugly one in the family, because I was a dark skinned woman, at one point there was some sort of village movement in my neighborhood to bully me into submitting and giving the people who had destroyed my confidence and many years of my life, introductions to connections. I never received justice for it. I write this now because I remember who I was once upon a time, before I began to question so many things about people so many things about self. I remembered how I used to smile and laugh, and dance just for no reason, and I miss that girl. For those people who are different, who somehow we always stand out no matter how much we try and blend in, no matter how old we get we always have to put the armour on because we have to prepare for the idiots who are scared of our voice. I just want to tell you that’s it’s alright. It’s alright to be different, you have to forgive yourself for not being like everybody else, no one has the right to punish you for it. I lived for many years of my life in Beckton and never got justice for the bullying, the harassment, most of it I couldn’t even prove. When In a fit of rage I confronted one of the bullies who was trying to destroy my name, clever little fox he managed to calmly convince others that it was my own challenges, and no I hadn’t experienced a consistent tornado of abuse from him for many years. Words like Nigga that destroy your soul, comments that have you weeping in private. Yet my point is in this time where people are loosing their lives and being challenged by things we cannot see, please please hold unto those blessed happy moments and celebrate the self that you are. And if you are,a little different, a little unique, my sister always says to me that despite all the pain my voice will be the loudest. Your triumph will be your uniqueness. If your young and your black please never let anyone crucify you with the N word, those of us who are not ignorant know the origins of that word. It was used to destroy people’s spirits for being different, and now people joke with it for comic relief claiming wordplay,even with those outside of their race. No for many years that word was used to crucify and destroy, it’s used to make sure you feel less than. We are not less than. And wether your black white green or translucent let’s give time and space to what’s different, god added variety on Earth for a reason…I hear it’s the spice of life.

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