The Inspiredpreneur

You gat to be Fit to try this! Some are born queens, some inherit the throne to become queens and some others work hard to be crowned queens. I do not play chess like my husband and daughter but they told me the queen is the most powerful piece in the game of chess. In beehives, the queen bee is the most important bee because she births all other bees that live in the hive. She is nurtured with a special diet - royal jelly. Most importantly, the queen bee has to wage battle against any potential queen bee before she becomes the only reproducing female left in the hive. A queen is an ambassador. A brand. A leader. A role model. An epitome of royalty. Last two weeks, I was privileged to participate as one of the six finalists for the 2017 Three Crowns Milk mom of the year award.   Here is a summary of my personal experience and take home lessons in my attempt to be crowned a queen. ·        Nothing beats a fit, healthy and smart mom. ·        Family and friends are a

The hunter’s gun and his skill lies between him and his kill.         For the writer, Pen and Prowess    For the Preacher, The word and The Spirit    For the Teacher, Knowledge and Passion    For the Fisherman, Fishing net and Bait    For the Seamstress, Needle and Thread    For The Mason, Trowel and Level. My father and a friend of his both in their late seventies had licensed double barrel shot guns while I was growing up. My father had a passion for hunting preying birds, grass cutters and wild pigs. He had an L-shaped bird nest that looked like one leg of a socking and his gun when not in use could be dismantled - butt, barrel and the gun sight. I imagine a real hunter getting ready for ‘work’. He dresses up. Checks the chamber  and safety lever of his dane gun and carefully selects his bullet. As he straps his sandals, he probably thinks of the wiles of the cunny, wild animals and how he will outwit them. He remembers past kills and near misses. He finally sets out

My office is situated on a 1000ha of land in South West Nigeria. There are rows of Bell Apple trees along a stretch of road called North Drive. All the Bell apple trees are indeed shaped like bells and are almost of same height. This is what I call ‘God’s indelible signature in nature.’ The trees flower and fruit about thrice in a year if I am not mistaken. It is usually a beauty to behold the luscious pinkish-red bell apples amidst fresh green leaves and brown twigs. I have never seen my colleagues stop to stone the fruits and it has never crossed my mind to do same even though severally I had wondered what would happen if I stopped to do so. Call it civility. Once on the ground, the apples have been half eaten and not good for anything.   Squirrels! Squirrels!! Squirrels!!! (By the way, I work in an Agricultural Research Institute just in case you were wondering J if it’s a zoo). The squirrels have access to the apples unchallenged high up on the trees. The good-for