INTERVIEW WITH RADIANT EKEMINI TOM: Speaker, Graphics and Media Consultant and Many Other Things You Can’t Think Of
Like I earlier said, this is Radiant. Doesn’t he look so dashingly radiant? Radiant was the young man who introduced me to Calabar City Church, he kept telling me how much of a busy bee I was (meanwhile he was the king-warrior-worker-bee, busy doing business everyday). Radiant is someone who inspires and pulls through everything, despite circumstances. He says he wasn’t born with a silver spoon, but believe you me, I see Radiant’s Golden and Diamond spoon already. This is my interview with Radiant Ekemini Tom: Speaker, Graphic and Media Consultant, Brand Strategist and Event Manager. How would you introduce yourself to Folorunsho Alakija if you had 3 minutes with her at your cousin’s wedding? I am Radiant Ekemini Tom, a personal development coach and an entrepreneur. Lead Consultant and business strategist at Radiant Inspires Consult. Founder, youth and teen development expert at Radiant African Youth Initiative. The Founder and Creative Director…
Interview With Ana Inyang: Life After 4 Unsuccessful Businesses and 2 Successful Businesses
I’ve gone into 6 different businesses of which 4 failed and 2 have been successful.
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One Amazing Interview With The Young Nigerian Entrepreneur Joseph Joseph
A young Nigerian who is very passionate about adding value to young people by creating platforms and opportunities for skill acquisition
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Ofem Ubi’s Photography Meets Poetry #6
True contentment will come when we bury pretense and resurrect our flaws bare as we can be Every time I sit reminiscing of me being Moses Drawn out from the first seed my Mother ever nurtured As I look back with a multitude of four holding the hem of my garment Will I ever part this red sea of expectations? Is the rod in my hand potent enough to break my fear like bread? Will I ever see Canaan? And do my parents bank their hope on me who is yet guaranteed of a sunny sky My vision is blur Even a thousand lenses can’t capture this state of chaos I drown in All the world sees is a fresh black bearded youth But beneath are strands of anxiety dragged daily into the mud My hope sits on a wheel chair And there’s none to steer me into the river…
Ofem Ubi’s Photography Meets Poetry #5
I just feel allergic being someone else, i’m not that good an actress I was never told to love me I grew up with spikes as skin Hidden under the overlays of mascaras Birthed with the idea that remixing my skin would buy acceptance The green card I always needed So I became caged bird Confined in the bars of self-pretence I tied my worth into acute brows and rainbow faces I was unpleasant music A noise in serenity All I needed was a kiss blown from the lips of the inner me But they were a mashup of contours and blushes I felt that little drifting would guarantee trophy I thought blending in would make me sell And though it did in a bit… I lost nature like missing period Searched for inner peace like misplaced identity And all I found was chaos constructed by pillars of peer pressure…
Ofem Ubi’s Photography Meets Poetry #4
If we don’t applaud ourselves, who will? Bare as I can be In bare I am more of hate than love I see me as miniature golf The world screams unpleasant and depraving Insecurity and I are best friends And I receive lessons of pity But then you are stranger Foreigner of my countenance And you are worth the pity For you know my weakness not my strength My rough surfaces see not where your foundation lays And my nails don’t find solace hiding under your artificial I wear my color as right Does that make me outlaw? It means I am confident So next time you find me vulnerable Wallowing in my self- laid corner of rejection Remind me that there’s no shame in being me Cure my vulnerability Give me bravery pills Remind me that my overlapped eyeballs Stand naked from their sockets in unmasked beauty My face…
Ofem Ubi’s Photography Meets Poetry #3
From birth till death My kin will always remind me of heaven Bare as I can be My cupboard is filled up With a leech of lies My shoes are filled with false pride And there’s a fleet of confusion in my sternum There’s traffic in my mind No escape route this time I should have listened When conscience spoke like gentle storm I should have obeyed When my legs were swollen in doubt Telling me that I couldn’t keep up with being china product When I had everything attainable to become original I should have read the signs When my feet sneezed every time I walked steps closer to being someone else Now I stand lost, A silhouette of myself Clothed in regret With shadow ashamed of who I have become It was never worth the fade after all So I prefer the old me Content with the little…
Ofem Ubi’s Photography Meets Poetry #2
Flaunt your weakness Let black become new strength Bare as I can be I’ll bear it all Shine with no hidden shadows A reflection of nature And a heart transparent as glass I’ll display my life like plasma Let the world see for all that matters Notice the wounds, scars and plasters The healing process after the shatter I’ll undress the distress worn on my face Put down the masquerade of Mary Kay Expose this smile that stretches like elastic And be me like I always wanted I’ll make the butterflies jealous And the heavens curious Become rainbow without colors Reach out for the sky like rocket I’ll make public my journey Show the world the thorns that beset me Lay clear my weaknesses, autobiography Be bare as I can be Muse – Felicia Otop Felicia Otop is a Radio Producer, writer, motivational speaker, sociologist e.t.c. She propounded the…
RAPE AND VICTIM-BLAMING IN NIGERIA BY AMAKA EKEZIE
RAPE AND VICTIM-BLAMING IN NIGERIA A couple of days ago, I was in the midst of some people who were discussing a rape incident that happened the night before. According to them, the incident had so far been reported to the local police and the victim (a 13 year old girl) sent to the community health center for proper examination. However, what struck my attention was the fact that the victim’s mother, upon hearing that her daughter had just been raped, hurled insults at the poor girl saying that her skimpy dresses and refusal to attend evening church services led to her being raped. I cringed when I heard this. This is only one of the very many cases in Nigeria where rape victims are victim-blamed for what they had on when they were raped. In a socially conservative country like Nigeria, rape has become a growing pervasive problem with statistics…
Recovery from Addiction by Josephine Monger from Liberia
As part of the recovery process, individuals are to visit their loved ones in rehab to show them support and love. When my brother was in his third rehab in South Africa, I couldn’t go visit him due to circumstances beyond my control, so I wrote him this letter: July 14, 2016 My Dearest Brother Thomas, When I was asked to write this letter to you, I didn’t know where to start because I have too many things to say to you, so let me start from the beginning. When I first saw you, you were that little brother that everyone wished for; so innocent, intelligent and smart. I thought you were smarter than me, so I pushed myself harder to reach to your level of intelligence and smartness. As we grew older, I noticed that there was something weird about you but I couldn’t figure it out and I…
The horror of ADDICTION, By Josephine Monger (Liberia)
People who are addicted to drugs and other substance are suffering and need all the help and love to help them recover. I watch my younger brother struggle with addiction for almost 10 years. He went to two rehabilitation homes; during his third rehab, our mother wrote him this letter: July 12, 2016 Dear Thomas, When I had your older brother and sister, I was very young and I didn’t have the time and money to take care of them properly. When I had you, I gave you everything. I loved you more than everyone. I provided all your needs and wants. When you were growing up, you were smart and intelligent and everyone that knew you loved you. You gave us so much happiness and we thank God every day for bringing you into our lives. I watched you grow from a sweet innocent bundle of joy to a…
Happy Birthday to a Special Volunteer Worker (Mirabelle Morah) By Josephine Monger
Volunteerism, strength, smiles and God Fearing are the first set of things that comes to my mind if I hear Mirabelle Morah. This lady volunteers her time and put others ahead of her, yet she never expect recognition for all that she does. She is selfless and full of energy. Those organizations and individuals you volunteer for know how they are lucky to have you as a volunteer. Because of all that you do and all that you are, you deserve a special birthday blessing from afar. Enjoy yourself and have a wonderful birthday. We appreciate all of the good work that you do here at Blank Paperz; Keep writing and keep inspiring me and all your many readers daily. Please know that you are appreciated, valued, and loved every day. You are so special and lovely; have a very happy birthday and enjoy your moment in the sun. And…