Tuesday, 19 May 2015

Contour your Success!














The idea of being decisive and taking courage along your journey in life despite the griping fear that  could disrupt success or ovation is often a huge task for most people.
One proposition about success is that it can work without fail or work itself out; while a little degree of that may be true, nevertheless success can overtime appreciate due to self driven values put to outline or highlight it.
Every success is contoured by tangible and intangible values applied with right attitude, positive vibes, talent and the extraordinary that makes it exceptional.
Life tells different success stories but we are honoured with a successful life when we put a great deal of work into it; when we conscientiously work the value we want to see and such values that  people can learn from.  Little wonder  that lives based on these premises are the great stories worth sharing and knowing.

...TARA

 Tara Fela-Durotoye is a trained lawyer who pursued her dream of becoming a successful make-up artist. She is the CEO of House of Tara International and designer of the Tara “Orekelewa” Beauty range, Inspired Perfume and the H.I.P Beauty range.

She started with nothing but her passion. She started small with no great techniques. One of the motivational takeout behind Tara’s makeup and beauty business is an idea people call an ordinary business, but done in an extraordinary way.

Tara may be your everyday girl/woman inspiration but her success exceed what you see painted on lips and faces called Tara makeup. The depth and knowledge of her skills with her business’s acumen is like an everyday know- how, yet extraordinary in its delivery, its strategies,and  journey to becoming successful.

Tara Fela Durotoye’s beauty business success can not be exempted from who Tara is and why she is Tara.

Tara’s body is honed by the hard work she put into her work, and her story didn't start from when she became successful, her story started from when she was called Tara. The name became hers and hers only as she evolve the brand that got people to love her as the TARA.

From a young girl filled with the ambition to succeed to the woman burning with passion for success,  Tara’s name is synonymous to determination, judicious passion, devotion , foresight and a super confidence. These are the values she has used to contour her path and  highlighted her passion by working on her fails and defining her journey to the success you see.

Business is a vehicle that changes lives, strategically she has used her skills to teach, inspire and mentor men and women on  how to contour these values to explore possibilities and achieve success. Her skills are not limited to the beauty of the loose powder she dexterously apply, but the determination of finding the right business where she can be her name and she can be herself.

Her passion for the beauty business should not be underestimated in the mascara she applies to make beauty stand out  but in her abilities to create outstanding  products that has indeed made her common skills look so much uncommon and well sought after.

Her passion is not escaped in the sweet pout of lips painted beautifully simple, but in the ability to identify needs of every face or facets of life presented to her. Not only did she wear the white robe impeccably, but she applied the law of good  justice to every face she beats and every products and lines she has developed through her beauty business.

The beauty of her business and success is all about how she has been able to contoured her success to where she is today. she has shaped every lines, removed every unwanted hairs and appreciated the curves through these self developmental values she contoured to bring out the beauty of her success as well as the beauty that lies in others.

 I believe one of the greatest inspiration about her success is how deftly she has applied the intersection of her talent, strengths, weaknesses, passion, consistencies, determination, reflexes, purpose, power and differences to monument what women of today should learn about what one can become when you put values that can help to find your route to success.
Every life comes with a face unmade.

The beauty of our face gets seen when we work on it. Success is an art ! We can contour, and highlight the right values to bring out the success.

Find your uniqueness.If you get better, everything will get better for you.

The beauty of your uniqueness depends on your "make-ups"  and also the way you contour your makeup to work your success. Never be afraid of every flaws, the more you contour the values you have the better you are able to highlight unto success.
There are so many abandoned vehicles on the road of life.  Life will not ask why the vehicle got abandoned.

Life never sympathizes.
 The vehicle became abandoned not because, the mechanics of it are in total abandon, but because, the owner abandon herself or himself.

Life is a face unmade.

Life can be a beauty.

Contour; identify the values that can help through to success. Your idea, determination, authenticity, belief, devotion, foresight, optimism, confidence, integrity fearlessness...
The journey starts when your valuable brushes and beauty kits starts the job .

...Contour and highlight your invaluable traits to achieve success.

...Here goes Tara on our list of Smart, Sassy and Succesful women.
Remember...Believe...Knowledge...Opportunities (Pink Ambition)

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Wednesday, 25 February 2015

Take charge!

If you can't control your mind someone else will;
If you can't control your emotions, someone else will;
If you can't control your purpose someone else will
If you cant control your passion, someone else will
If you cant control your direction, something else will
The mastery techniques for achievement is but a simple wand which can be waved as you desired or can be waved and used unceremoniously should it find abode in another's zone.
Take charge, weave your thread, control your emotions, live, rule, learn now for the future.

Wednesday, 11 February 2015

Success is the sum of small efforts - repeated day in and day out.
Often times we beat ourselves for not doing enough ; not making enough money and not having enough as we would have wished to.
We fail to see and understand that prosperity has a progressive ring to its name. Prosperity rests upon a moral foundation of “the little drop of water makes a mighty ocean”; but people only see the physical ordinance of prosperity as difficult and challenging.
A little “i CAN do it” birth possibilities and open opportunities
Life become remarkable when we begin to see the power of small “CANS” and small “DOS” to make the big “DOS”. Little drop of water makes a paddle ; little pool of paddle makes a brook, a creek, stream, river and then ocean.
We cannot afford to throw away the small CANS in our lives by not noticing the wonders of it and its available differences it can create in our lives. Its time to know more about life of the small “CANS” instead of allowing the big cans you can not attempt presently to shroud your vision.
Small actions can have huge impact.
Success is also available in small “CANS”.
Little ”CANS” can create major difference in our lives.
“Break every boundary with your inner passion and you will get there successfully. Resist every chance to give up... Believe you can... Rise up after every fall... Be willing to win!”
― Israelmore Ayivor
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Thursday, 29 January 2015

The vanity of our beauty-well being

...Perhaps they found it!
The vanity of our beauty-well being
And
The subtle confirmation that we are children of words from the world.
From every observation
We own the world to ourselves, by ourselves
We see what we look for ,
We hear from what we have seen heard
We love what we have seen loved by us
We love who we all want
But We live for what we don't have
And In the circle of our actions and needs, we live on bridges built, spoilt and often reconstructed without maintenance nor preservation.
-That's the meme.
Perhaps the words around our world should be the apple story enunciated by the lab-coats on total well-being
Yet
...Pieces broken daily
Jet lagging behind our scurried steps,
Luggage pierced
Broken bottles, inflated tubes, uncontrolled panels, records disturbed, strained bowels
Yet we pen down our needs by reconstructing the decay
And Packaging the good ,the affected with the infected.
Perhaps we have all found it
...the well being and beauty we seek for , justified by our ability to care for the exteriors
Perhaps we all seek reconstruction
As a beauty regimen that augment our vanity
Perhaps we seek more than that.
...Perhaps we need to reconstruct
When our lips look too sentimental ,
Our boobs too small for our world
And daily we cringe our neck at the heavily laden milk maid
Thus "architecting" our obsessions like the milk lassie in the dairy,
Perhaps the words of the world tell you to seek or the word says, “it can only look beautiful with a straight nose” or “ if only you can have the goddess' legs , the Selina's mouth, the Amber's jawline, the Rose's cheekbones and the Bella’s dancing eyes”.
...Perhaps we seek nothing that we have not found
Perhaps we ruin the world by the words of our needs
As we daily reconstruct the bridges that holds our esteem in tattered fragrance which we always want the world to sniff in our wake
Perhaps we are victims in the hands of those who reconstruct our bridges
Who on the spree of clinical ejaculation carve gravity muse for our powdered affection.
Perhaps we don't know ourselves
And We learnt the rudiment the wrong way
...walking the world for the words in a better beauty.
because our reconstruction came out good
we laid with the blade on our skin
caressing and , running its sharp ecstasy on our wanton flesh
strutting our stuffs and daily wishing for more.
It never stops; the hands that ticked on our flesh, cutting and laying waste the rest
It never stops; the need to have more, see more and be more of the words around our world.
Perhaps we see the truth in the lies that words around our world .
...Total well-being gravitate around inner well-being
Perhaps that’s not the truth.
We may hold our truth in our reasoning or obsession
But gravity is a stronger mien of the total state of beauty
Perhaps we don't all get it
and like the proverbial pigs with strange behaviour we have rushed to the sea unseen
all by the words around our world
We all live on the words for our world
We experience the words of our world in different areas
And we occupy the space of the words in our world,
...perhaps we do right ,
Perhaps we do wrong.
But then, for our reconstructed well being and beauty
Gravity is a stronger force!
And Society Pressure equals insecurities.

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.
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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. 
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Thursday, 18 December 2014

Pink Ambition: “How sharper than a serpent’s tooth it is to have ...

Pink Ambition: “How sharper than a serpent’s tooth it is to have ...: “How sharper than a serpent’s tooth it is to have a thankless child”  - Shakespeare I never thought it would happened I lost my nerves. ...
“How sharper than a serpent’s tooth it is to have a thankless child”  - Shakespeare

I never thought it would happened
I lost my nerves.
It was just one of those days, when you feel the sky is below and the earth is above
Grimly despondent
Staring emptily in a dead hawk gaze
I  couldn't believe everything has not conspired against  me
Have I really been blessed?

I love music boxes; but when the song from a box from an ear range  streamed the song “count your blessings”,
I gained the nerve to crush it.
“what blessings”
 I have lost some people this year
I had failed expectations
I lost contacts and contracts
I expected business to have moved a notch higher
I lost a fetus
I depended on  some, was left down by many
I took a step of faith, but fate dealt with me silently,
I  wore clothes many wished were not for my skin
I toiled,
Some months and  days have grumbled over the next ones
Some have been happily wished away
Some have wished they could stay for ever
I have been wandering in wonder lands
I have walked the desert like the magi
Feet soaked in the blood of the desert
Trekking like the missionary and with a long wand and robe I long to decipher the codes of “womanity”
I have cooked the best dishes
And also turned over the ones that tasted like dust
I have been involved
I loved
I had worn shoes
I didn't get lucky with,
I have heard haunted cries
I have seen the decays of dead bodies
I have seen the hollows of the dead and their anger at being crushed too early by people who they allowed to be their head
Their dead stench had risen to heaven with a sore grievance
I have seen their roasted bodies decompose with disgruntled contempt
And their burnt ashes smelled promises of a revenge.
I witnessed an accident
I was told about many of such
I was told a gory tale of rape where the shreds of her breadth were ripped with bare hands.
I shared the story of a mother
Whose daily dependence is on the assaults she endured to satisfy her demented society.
Do you remember that news in the far away land of tons of women shot down for some aghast beliefs against the patriarchy
I remember and yesterday I understood their blank stares and their tear dry complexion .
In remembrance of all things that has happened to me and the ones that has affected me I just could not comprehend why “counting blessing” is needed
Then...
A tiny thought escaped the abyss of my reverie
What if I did not have the nerve to experience all these
If I could remember all that had happened, that is indeed a blessing
A counted - disguised –blessings;
Am I grateful for lost nerves
Could be paying more for a damaged one
So in all I want to count my blessings
...starting from that first one  that happened a long time ago
I still remember how glad I was when I got the news
 am I  grateful to God?
Yes!
for lost nerves
and the nerves to find it.
Are you grateful?

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Sunday, 30 November 2014

Personal Influence

Though the elevator only goes to the top floor, there is always a staircase to the roof.
Vincent Steininger 

Music boxes can be purchased anywhere.The songs from it are pre-recorded. Everyday listen may bore the heart and the music box can break off due to various replay. But some music boxes never stop playing- Our strong convictions. Our motivation.

We are the world’s greatest soldiers- Women.

We sing, hum and retain the music after the music box has finally found a resting abode.The songs of our hearts is like the deftness of our hands, working rigorously and gently to weave the idea we want to see.
The story of business as told by my grandmother will never fail to amuse me.

She said life is a wrapper we must tie around our waist or chest. She said the modern woman ties the wrapper on her waist because she has gained enough wisdom on the disadvantages of the wrapper on her chest. But the traditional woman ties the wrapper on her chest because the wrapped chest serve a lot of purpose. It serves as a bank, a safe, a beauty parlour, the fashion and even the home for all her desires.
The lesson is not where the wrapper is tied, but the lesson is the belief of the purpose, and the belief of what the wrapper signify for the two different women concerned. Every time they tie the wrapper in the different regions they are convince that it is the best place. Perhaps the chest is the best place, perhaps the waist befits the wrapper, but the conviction they hum in their heart is the conviction that their concept is the best. Women are not just managers, they are leaders, and we have been running empires from the world go. Despite challenges we never forget to hum the songs over and over till it reverberates what we want to see.

“I love the expression: we are the ones , we have been waiting for” . You cannot be different until you hum what you see about yourself. The world is the music box; they may fail. Your heart and your convictions for your passion, your purpose is the song hidden in the depth of your access- your heart.

What do you see, self motivate and influence yourself to see the roof when the world stops at their last floor. You are your best motivator, perhaps the world may hum the songs with you, that is if you never forgot the song from your hearts.

No product sells without the hearts involved.

What do you want to see, self motivate yourself to break your visions, augment your passion and soar. When the music box stops singing, the songs in your hearts reverberates, only you can hear the thuds of the songs, but people see the rhythm in the deftness of your fingers and the marches you strut around.

Personal influence is a song, only you know the rhythm, like i am singing now, you may not be able to guess the song but if you watch this page often you will see the dances like the splash of colours on the pages of the art that I am creating.

Speak, write move, pace. Dance, sing, launch forward, dive but never forget you best ally. You.

Influence your hearts to sing even after the old music box is broken.

Arise your compatriot – your hearts. Influence your passion with your convictions.

Its a brand new day and month!

Remember...Believe...Knowledge...Opportunities(Pink Ambition)

Funmi Akerele.

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