'I will wait for you' Janette Mcghee

I watched this video by poet and spoken word artiste Janette Mcghee  last year and something in the service this morning brought it back to mind. I remember feeling alive and empowered after watching it. Janette spoke about rushing into relationship she knew she had no business getting into, to quench her ‘thirst’ and to manage her ‘boredom’. She spoke about making him ‘the one’ even though she knew  he wasn’t the ‘one’. This is a sentiment many girls/ ladies/women would resonate with.  Ultimately, she shares with her audience the conviction that it was best to wait, that she would wait for the one. Even if it means  she would never get married.

I think every girl should learn the words of this poem. I think this poem should be read in schools’ assemblies, I think this poem should be played on the radio. I thought to share it with you.

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I WILL WAIT FOR YOU BY JANETTE IKZ

So it seemed that it was cool, for everyone to be in a relationship but me.
So I took matters into my own hands, and ended up with him.
Him who displayed the characteristics of a cheater, a liar, an abuser, & a thief.

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So why was I surprised when he broke into my heart?
I called 911, but I was cardiac arrested for aiding and abetting,
Cause it was me who let him in…
Claiming we were “just friends”.
It was already decided for me by the first date, that even if he wasn’t!
I was gonna make him ‘The One’
You know, I was tired of being alone.
And I simply made up in my mind, that it was about that time,

So I decided to drag him along for the ride,
Cause I was always the bridesmaid & never the bride.
A virgin in the physical, but mentally just a grown woman on the corner in heat!
Who was tired of the wait!
So I was gonna make him ‘The One’.
He had a… form of Godliness… but not much.
But hey, hey I can change him! So (honey) I’ll TAKE him, I mean he’s close… enough.
Ready to sell my aorta for a quarter, not knowing the value of its use to me.

Arteries so clogged with my will, it blocked His will from flowing through me.
So, I thank Christ that His blood pressure gave this heart an attack,
That flatlined my obscured vision, put me flat on my back
Through my ignorance He sawed,
Through my sternum He sawed & cracked open my chest
To transplant Psalm 51:10
A new heart & a renewed right spirit within!

So now I fully understand,
Better yet I thoroughly comprehend,
How much I need to wait… for You.
See, the bad thing is that I knew he wasn’t you from the beginning..
Cause in the beginning was the Word
And he didn’t even sound or shine like Your Son
Out of the abundance of the heart the mouth speaks,
And all he could whisper was sweet, empty nothings –
Which meant NOTHING.
He couldn’t even pray when I needed him to,
Asking him to fast would be absurd!
So forget about being cleansed & washed with water through the Word…
But I know You..
You were already praying for me.
Even never having met me,
Let me assure you, I will wait for you.

I will no longer date, socialize or communicate with carbon copies of you
To appease my boredom or to quench my thirstiness I have for attention
And short-lived compliments from ‘sorta kindas’.
You know….
He ‘sort kinda’ right, but ‘sorta kinda’ wrong?
His first name LUKE,
His last name WARM.
I, I won’t settle for false companionship
I won’t lay in the embrace of his arms,
Attempting to find some closeness,
But never feeling so far apart cause, I just wanna be held
Cause ”all I gotta do is Say” No!
No more ‘almost sessions’ of ‘almost coming close’
Passing winks & buying drinks,
I’ma, I’ma, I’ma flirt!
Who flirts with the ideology of,
‘Can you just tell me how much I can get away with & still be saved?’
NO more.
I’ll stay in my bed alone, and write poems, about how I will wait for you.
He won’t even come close,
Our fingers won’t even interlock
We won’t even exchange breath
Cause I have thoughts that I’ve ‘saved as’ in a file that God has only equipped you to open.

I will no longer get weighted down,
From so-called friends & family talks,
About the concern for my biological clock
When I serve the Author of Time.

Who is NOT subject to time,

But I’M subject to Him,
He has the ability to STOP, FAST FORWARD, PAUSE, or REWIND at any given time…
So if we could role play,
You would be Abraham & I would be Sara
Or you can be Isaac & I can be Rebecca – a servant’s answered prayer
I am bone of your bone, flesh of your flesh,
Made up of your rib Adam!
And once we meet, like electrons
I will be bound to your nucleus, completely indivisible atom.
We even speak the same math: 1 + 1 + 1 = 3, which really equals 1 if you add Him.
We were all created in His image,
But you have the ability to reflect, project & even detect the Son.
If I were to explain what you looked like,
You would have to look like a star,
A son of the Son..
I would gain energy simply from the light on me.
I would need you , in order to complete my photosynthesis
I await your revelation, but once again from the genesis, I will wait for you.

And I will know you… because when you speak I will be reminded of Solomon’s wisdom,
Your ability to lead will remind me of Moses,
Your faith will remind me of Abraham,
Your confidence in God’s Word will remind me of Daniel,
Your inspiration will remind me of Paul,
Your heart for God will remind me of David,
Your attention to detail will remind me of Noah,

Your integrity will remind me of Joseph,

And your ability to abandon your own will, will remind me of the disciples,

But your ability to love selflessly & unconditionally will remind me of Christ.
But I won’t need to identify you by any special Matthews or any special Marks,
Cause His word will be tatted all over your heart.

And you will know me, and you will find me,
Where… the boldness of Esther meets the warm closeness of Ruth.
Where the hospitality of Lydia is aligned with the submission of Mary,
Which is engulfed in the tears of a praying Hanna.
I will be the one, drenched in Proverbs 31… waiting for you.

But to my Father, my Father who has known me before I was birthed into this earth
Only if you should see fit…
I desire Your will above mine,
So even if you call me to a life of singleness,
My heart is content with YOU – the One who was sent.
YOU are the greatest love story ever told,
The greatest story ever known
You are forever my judge & I’m forever Your witness
And I pray that I’m always found on a mission about my Father’s business
Oh, I will always be Yours!
And I will always wait for You Lord, more than the watchmen wait for the morning
More than the watchmen wait for the morning…

I will wait.

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The Christopher Ejugbo Review of A Fly Girl

A Fly Girl is the memoire of a brave Black lady that set out to sail the world and stand up to challenge various stereotypes, chauvinism, and prejudice.  In doing so, the British born author of Nigerian heritage, Amanda Epe, takes us on a memorable virtual tour of various destinations across continents as experienced by an enviable Flight Attendant with the British Airways.  Writing a personal memoire can be really challenging as you contemplate how much of your personal life you wish to put in the lime light, as well as what mundane things to leave out. What I find fascinating about the book is the honesty and openness of the author to give you a good piece of her mind with little hesitation. It is like watching a twenty something year old lady think out loud as she explores varying subject areas as race, sex, farting, alcohol addiction, citizenship, and therapy among other things.

As she takes you through her encounters and characters, she drops her two cents on societal norms such as gender roles, the right time for a girl to get married, and how much close you can get to a male work colleague without him suspecting that you are in need of “sexercise”, and being spoilt for choice in creating meaningful relationships. She also goes on a very philosophical monologue on the idealistic definition of what beauty means beyond the usual visuals. In the same philosophical approach, she is not shy to cast doubts about religious beliefs and even gives herself the liberty to draw her own conclusions and principles.  It is of interest that she notes that a lot of the stereotypes towards women are being reinforced by the women themselves. Her use of “United Queendom” made me laugh.

As a brave girl who did not mind walking into all the exotic locations on her own when her colleagues declined to join, there could have been no better way to explore the world.  You learn so much about other cultures such as the cross dressers in India, the Chinese marketers pushing bleaching cream as if she had to feel guilty for her brown skin, sightseeing in the US and perceived childhood link with African Americans; and in West Africa, engaging with real people, talking and learning from them instead of just taking tourist photo shoots. You even learn about colleagues being “Naijaphobic”.

The issue of race and identity seem to be a preoccupation throughout the novel and probably for very good reasons. Working as a Black flight attendant on British Airways meant both being an Ambassador to showcase the diversity of the “United Queendom” as well as a source of inspiration to those who thought it was not achievable. It was also about trying to fit in in terms of your look such as hairstyle or insisting that you have the right to be different.  The author does realise, especially from her Asia trips, that race was not just about black on white, but has skin complexion perspectives. Identity is even more complex especially when one holds multiple citizenships or is a second generation immigrant or British “with a prefix”. The book does confirm my long held assertion that the true test of nation loyalty is which team you would support in a football match between the two.

The lifestyle of crew members away from the passengers is something I could not have imagined. Perhaps the excessive use of alcohol and fight for male attention are compensations for the forced smiles they have to endure during the flights. In general, it was a luxurious lifestyle with lots of perks. Her decision to quit after three years was another brave step of someone on a mission.

The book seem to have been written for the purpose of therapy: “to write would be a healer of my soul”. There seemed to be a continuous hunt for therapy as the writer severally uses the word “therapeutic” to describe experiences such as night life in a club with a stranger, a drive through the greenery, panoramic views from the bridge of clear skylines, sexual love and nourishment. The books ends with what I would call her 10 commandments.

The book is written in a very good style with so many interesting coinages, quotable moments and other moments that get you laughing. After reading the book, you get the impression that you have been teased to start thinking of which of those exotic definitions you would like to visit for your next holiday. However, the wide range of questions and challenges raised will occupy your mind for a while. I suppose the biggest lesson from the book is that in reaching to learn about the world and other people, we come to get a better understanding of ourselves.

Christopher Ejugbo is  a Sustainability and Project Management Professional.  His blog:http://cejugbo.blogspot.co.uk/ describes him as a sceptic challenging unfounded beliefs and norms. He is also fascinated by scientific discoveries and creative writing.

World of Women TV Interview Rosita Ero

A ‘Bare it All’ interview with Rosita Ero, the Chief Executive of Rosies Interiors(one of the Leading Interior Designers/Decorators in UK).
Rosie spoke with Olabisi Obadara- Founder of World of Women TV at Cafe Deluxe Restaurant (our official Restaurant), 1A Griffin Road, Plumstead London, SE18 7QG. 0208 317 4881

Enjoy listening.

Mama Oke Aremo

Most ancient sacred texts write of the importance of the grey haired amidst  us. We know six score and ten years is our guaranteed life span promise, anything more is a blessing indeed from God. Yet, it would seem that we have become negligent in our treatment of the most special people amongst us: older people. They say 70 is the new 50. 

My parents took very good care of their parents. It was expected of them. My father’s father was the late Prince Michael Adeyemo Oyekunle. I am named after one of his wives, my father’s mother: Iya Afin Olatundun Atinuke.  I never met her because she died before my father was four. I like to think she was a tall, handsome woman with a strong sense of who she  was.

Baba Oke Ola was huge. He had a larger than life personality and when he shook your hands, your palms were buried in his.  I was not close to him as such, but I have fond memories of going to Okuku and sitting in his parlour and soaking in the scents and sights of his living room. I remember once he took us to his farm and he showed my sisters and I how to get cocoa from the pod. He had been a dedicated farmer in his lifetime. He was a story teller, I remember his stories albeit faintly till today. 

Baba Oke Ola lived a full life, he looks down from heaven on us all.

The Nigerian government  lacks a concerted plan for the elderly. Many old people do not have the benefit of a generous retirement/pension fund, nor the luxuries of  a basic standard of living. I often wonder who takes care of the old , the aged and the infirm  in Nigeria?

I want to write about a very extraordinary woman: my maternal grandmother. She was called Alice Ibironke Adeoye. We called her Mama Oke- Aremo.  Oke Aremo is the area she lived. She died very many years ago. She left me with very sweet memories I hope to pass on to my own daughter. Memories can pass on through generations. I know my grand ma will live on as my daughter will know her roots and one day, I will teach her all my grand mother taught me. 

I  blame myself for her death.   The passage of time has eased the burden of my guilt. She had been diabetic and was being treated at the University College Hospital. As my mum was not going to be in the country for a while, I had been seconded to make sure mama made all her hospital appointments. Being with Mama was natural to me as my mum had taken me to visit her mother for most of my life. I had seen my mum wash her bed sheets, sweep her room, change her bed sheets and provide the  stuff Mama Oke Aremo displayed to sell in the shop next to her bedroom. I had seen my mum dust off cobwebs and sorts from the shop, I had seen my mum get out the blue kerosene stove from under neath the shelf in the shop. I had seen my mum lit the stove with matches that stayed by the window from time immemorial. I had seen my mum make amala or ewedu or warm stew on that blue kerosene stove. I had seen my mum call out to the girl who sells wraps of pap (commonly known as eko) so we could buy some for mama. I had seen my mum wrap up bed sheets and other clothes in a bag which I carried to the car to be washed, ironed and returned within the week.  I will take care of my mum. My daughter will look after me. The beauty of life.

 I live in a society where the government provides care for its old citizens. British citizens over the age 60  are entitled to free transport, a fair heating and electricity allowance, the benefits of having a National Health Scheme that ensures every one is taken care of and in most cases benefits of various kinds.  My mother tells me we are a people who take care of their elders. My mother took care of her mother, I will take care of my mother. The question is whose responsibility are our old people in Nigeria? Who looks after them when their children are unable to.

 I would take mama for her appointment at UCH and whilst we waited, she would reel me with stories of how Papa Oke Aremo had wooed her in her time. She would tell me what I needed to do to  keep my man. She taught me several songs. She showed me how to tie the perfect (man catching) head gear. It was really sweet being sat next to her singing or talking in Yoruba out in UCH waiting rooms.  I made friends of the staff at UCH because of mama’s congeniality. Mama and I were also the beneficiaries of acts of kindness and thoughtfulness by UCH staff. In many ways, UCH is family to me.

At this time, I was a penultimate student of law at the University of Ibadan. I had the pressures of submitting my dissertation proposal and exams were fast approaching. My father had also started making pure water and I was also helping him to market his water. Taking mama for her twice or thrice weekly appointments was beginning to take a toll on me. After her last appointment, I took the week off.

By the time I showed up, she was in a coma. I was told she had not eaten in days. Immediately, we took her to UCH where she was admitted. She was admitted, placed on drips and eventually she stabilized.  The following day she was well enough to seat up and I made her hair and we took some photographs. The next day, some of my friends from the  University of Ibadan stopped by to pray with her. As she had other grand children around, her bedside was busy  with activities.

To be fair, the staff at the University College Hospital where mama was were excellent. Mama could not have felt more comfortable in ward where she slept. There were the occasional mosquitoes, but her mosquito net worked perfectly.

 

By the fourth day, I am not sure what happened, but mama took a different turn. I was at the hospital early with breakfast when I was told she had gone home. I assumed her other daughter (my aunt) had come for her. I thanked the nurses and even asked of the description of the person who came for her. I was on my jolly way when  a nurse whispered to me, she has gone home, don’t you not know what that means?

It still did not register.

Eventually, when it did, it was like my whole world had collapsed.  She is buried in Akobo in my mother’s house . Every year, my mother paints her gravestone. I remained inconsolable at her burial and years later the guilt remains. She could have lived longer.

Mama lived very well. Up until the week before her death, she got every attention she needed. My mother will be well taken care of. I am not bothered about the educated millions (friends of my parents who are now in their 70s) enjoying a quiet and well earned retirement. I am bothered about the old in our villages, towns and cities  with children who have not the means to take care of them.

As a nation, we fail our aged, we ignore single mothers, there is no place for unemployed, no recognition of the youth.We would all grow old at some point. The question is when we reach that stage, who will take care of us?

 

Tundun Adeyemo

PS: I wrote this years ago. I read a poem today ‘My grand mother’ by Elizabeth Jennings, it reminded me of my grand mother. This story and many more available in the ebook: ‘Outspoken, A Collection of Articles’. Available on Amazon.com.

Child Abuse, an end in sight?

The video seemed ordinary enough. A woman is feeding a baby and sometimes she feeds herself from the baby’s food. This is typical of most mothers. Then as the woman stops feeding, the child sits up and vomits the food. The woman then throws the baby on the floor, hits her several times with what looks like a torch. Still unsatisfied and in obvious annoyance, she steps over the baby twice, kicking her as she does so.

The video has gone viral having been viewed about 27 million times as at the time of writing this piece. It has also appeared in many dallies in the United Kingdom, UK. The woman is a 22-year-old nanny from Uganda looking after the 18 month old baby of one Eric Kamanzi. The outcry and provocative response this video has generated shows the traumatic effect it generated on people across the world.

When we talk about child domestic abuse, this is a classic example of it. It is an everyday occurrence that we (as parents) need to be mindful of. So what can we learn from this video even though (thankfully) it didn’t happen in Nigeria?

For starters, it shows that child abuse is quite prevalent; it is commonplace and takes many forms. One of it is physical beating or smacking which leaves bruises; the other is the verbal, persistent onslaught that a child is subjected to. A mother in the UK found that her toddler had stopped making physical progress such as crawling. She thought her baby was more cheerful than what her toddler had become when she started to take her to a babyminder. So she visited the minder unannounced to find that her baby was tied to her seat, covered in his own vomit. His nappy had been unchanged as well. Another minder was caught inducing a child with medicine.

Little children can be quite a stressful undertaking for adults who are weak and feeble. People who look after children are more likely to take their frustration on the child in question. Another case was a father who threw his baby son across a wall. The child survived that ordeal but went on to develop severe complications from which he died nine years later. The man was arrested and in court it was found rather unfortunately that the boy’s death was not linked to the trauma his father had imposed upon him.

People who look after children on a regular basis need to be monitored as, unwittingly, they may bring harm on the children they are looking after. This includes parents. A child is more likely to die by injuries inflicted by his own parents than from any other place.

Parents need to realise that they are not angels. When they get tired and weary, they should seek to relieve that stress by doing other things than imposing themselves on their children. Children are kids whose bones are undeveloped. Mothers especially can suffer from post-natal depression. Child domestic abuse is real and the question is, what do you do when you suspect your child is being abused? You can do what the father of the child in the video above did. He installed hidden cameras around his house to record what the nanny was doing to his daughter. This can be expensive but it can provide the much needed peace of mind. The candid advice is if you have any reasons to doubt the integrity or character of your minder, then don’t use that minder. This also includes the fact that if you suspect the minder to be a social person who entertains a lot, then you don’t want your child in that person’s house. Your child could be at risk of grooming and abuse from the guests of the minder. In the UK, many times a parent has to drop the child with the minder than the other way round as it is in Nigeria.

Secondly, you need to look for marks left on a child’s body. Parents should query every cut, bruise and mark left on a child’s body especially if it carries on and it becomes unexplainable. Thirdly, parents must make sure the nursery or minder is staffed with competent people. In the UK, people who look after kids must regularly undergo police checks. Could this be introduced in Nigeria? Could we have a database of all persons accused of child abuse? Surely we can do something legally to protect our children. This answer is left to our legal, judicial, political, educational and religious institutions.ugandan baby

In the UK, public opinion is being shaped to offer men who find children attractive to come out and seek help. As revolting as this sounds, could we also see a shift in the way we see child abusers? Could we offer potential abusers the opportunity to seek help in medical institutions in Nigeria?

The father of the child in the video later posted recent photos of the child showing her happy and smiling. This does not help calm nerves, as that child needs to undergo diagnostic scans to check that she hasn’t broken or damaged anything or that nothing is bleeding internally.

The decision to bring up children is a very sober one; it is one that imposes a responsibility that never stops. This incident happened in Uganda; it can happen anywhere in the world. The nanny will be charged to court and the world awaits what the sentence will be. For the rest of us with little children, we must carry on doing the best we can to protect our children.

 

Do Children need Jesus?

Do children need Jesus is a controversial  question.Even though Jesus explicitly calls little children to come to Him. Some people say religion must not be forced on children. They argue that children will seek for God should they need Him, after all, what good has religion done in the world? They also believe that religion is an unnecessary evil for weak and timid minds.

For evangelical Christians  and indeed all Christians, these view points are far  from the truth. For the Bible teaches that children must be shown the way to God in their youth, so when they grow up, they would not depart from it.Front Cover Shola

Children wont stumble to Jesus, they must be shown the Cross, they must be taught how to read the Bible, they must be taken to church, they must be taught how to pray, their parents/carers must model Christianity. In a world that  gets darker with each passing day, a country more agnostic than theistic, a country where Christianity is stifled, Omosola Fibersima has undertaken the task of bringing Jesus to children.  She does this by writing a child friendly book titled ‘Bible Treasures Explored‘ with children in mind.

The  back cover of the book reads:

‘ Treasures Explored presents questions every child asks about Christianity. This book is written with simplicity without loosing the authenticity of the gospel of Jesus Christ. It contains real answers from children, supported by Sunday school teachers. There are over 30 BPicture for Sis Tundunible treasures explored and explained with great illustrations to bring this message to life. Find out what young Christians have a say about identity, love, relationships, Sunday school, salvation, faith, new life, church and much more Find out what inspired Anthonia to become a Sunday school teacher at the age of thirteen; what made Boma embrace this new life at eight and why Grace aged four enjoys Sunday School. Parents also share the importance of Sunday school from their personal experience. This book is a must read if you want to apply its “Bible Treasures” to your every day life. If you are curious about this amazing relationship with Jesus this is the book for you. Great reading to babies, interesting reading for children up to the age of 13 years.’

Children need Jesus. Period. Fullstop. The question is how can you get your children connected with the Lord? Bible Treasures Explored provides an answer.

If you struggle to make Jesus real to your children, Omosola’s book will help you make the connection.Parents who neglect this duty, may have failed ultimately as parents. This is a book every family needs. This is a book every child needs to read and understand. This is a book that could make a difference.

Do children need Jesus? Yes. Buy the book  on Amazon and other online retailers.

See for yourself.  It is not difficult to bring faith alive. Buy it here:

http://www.amazon.co.uk/Bible-Treasures-Explored-Firm-Foundation/dp/1502531585

Lynkmii: the app for business people

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The LynkMii   app enables business owners to publish details of their products and services to mobile customers based on their geographic location. It is an amazing app, that is backed up by its website component. With customers from around the world increasing every day, Lynkmii is definitely here to stay. With help available 24 hours, 7 days a week the Lynkmii is a beautiful app and a welcome development for all businesses (big or small).

The  ‘About’ page on the Lynkmii website reads’In this technological age, businesses need to be able to reach their customers in a friendly and effective way. LynkMii allows businesses and Customers to come together using the most effective medium of our times through Smart Phones, Tablets and the world wide web. The LynkMii portal enables Business owners to publish details of their Products and Services to these mobile customers based on their geographic location. This enables prospective customers to review any business within their local area offering specific services or any special offers that may be available’.

This app sounds like music to the ears of any one who owns a business or who wants to promote a brand. Absolutely free to sign up, a trial would convince you.

Testimonials

I have tried Lynkmii and it works. Absolutely brilliant app. Easy to use, more people just need to be aware that they can promote their businesses and  brands for free. Every little helps:).

Tundun Adeyemo, Founder Black and Outspoken

 

Online Workshop on Writing and Self Publishing

Black and Outspoken is proud to announce the creation of an online workshop for 2015.  One will focus on writing and self-publishing while the other is all about using social media to market your books.

Writing and Self Publishing Online Workshop

This workshop is ideal for bloggers, unpublished writers and people keen to take their writing to the next level. 

The ‘ Writing and Self Publishing workshop will last for 2 hours. You will be given the workshop outline and you will get an opportunity to work with other writers, as well as get your own writing reviewed.

This  interactive online workshop will include the following:

1. Finding your market
2. Who is my audience?
3. What genre am I writing in?
4. Planning my story.
5.  Writing my story
6. Peer review of my story
The session costs: £49.99.
 Date: Thursday 11th December 2014
Time: 1830 -2030pm
The second online workshop is ‘Marketing Your Books Using Social Media’.
 You will be shown how to:
 1.Publicize your book using social media.
2. Using Twitter and Facebook to promote your book.
3. Using Instagram for business.
4. Maximizing your blog posts to generate traffic.
5. You will get the opportunity of promoting your own brand in the session using techniques taught
Cost: £49.99
Duration: 2 hours
If you are interested in self-publishing and marketing your book and you book both online workshops together, you pay only £90. Think about that for 4 hours of training!
Time: 630pm to 830pm.
Venue: Online on Googlehangouts
Register your interest.
If you have any questions about any of the information included above please complete the contact form below and someone will get back to you.

Dunstable Tuition

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Based in Ashton Square, Dunstable, this team of teachers pride themselves in offering personalized tuition in Maths and English from Primary toAshton Square Dunstable GCSE. They are also DBS checked. They offer an assessment to each child first as this informs their planning. They work with parents giving homework and making sure that parents understand that excellence in children begin with solid and firm expectations between teachers, parents and pupils.

Dunstable tution 3Their center is spacious with new furniture. They offer parents the opportunity to either wait for their kids in the reception area or to come back for them. With about twenty years of teaching experience between the Rob and Tee(the tutors), parents  definitely prefer the flexibility and adaptable teaching styles offered at Dunstable Tuition. It has to be said that all our students want to come  as the tutors are friendly and professional.

Dunstable Tuition 4Parents get feedback at the end of each lesson on the progress of their children. Whilst homework is essential, parents decide how much homework they want for their kids.

The general advise is: KS1 pupils should spend up to 30 mins every day on literacy and numeracy. Whilst KS 2 students should spend up to 60 mins everyday doing homework and other independent learning. Parents should secure this time. KS3 and KS4 should spend up to 90 every day revising. This may seem hard initially, but once parents put in this routine, their children will begin to do very well at school.

Dunstable Tuition 5At Dunstable Tuition, the focus is on the student and how he(she) learns best. Activities are short paced and fun. Students also spend some of their learning time doing online based learning activities.  Call for your free assessment 0790 441 3964 (Tee).

Dunstable Tuition now charges £15 per hour (£20 standard price).

Discounts are offered on bulk bookings. Call Tee on 0790 441 3964.

The White Horse by Yan Ge

Yan Ge is the author of several fiction books which include:

  • The Family of JoyWhite-Horse  2
  • The Symphony of Sound
  • Tale of Nine Monsters
  • The Guan River
  • May Queen
  • and White Horse

Her short stories include Spring in Tao Le, Moments of Bliss, Buried in seventeen months. She is in London to promote her latest book White Horse.

White Horse is about a a young lady Yun Yun who lives in a small West China town with her widowed father, and an uncle, aunt and older cousin who live nearby. One day, her once-secure world begins to fall apart. Through her eyes, we observe her cousin, Zhang Qing, keen to dive into the excitements of adolescence but clashing with repressive parents. Ensuing tensions reveal that the relationships between the two families are founded on a terrible lie.

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About the author

Yan Ge was born in Sichuan in the People’s Republic of China. She recently completed a PhD in comparative literature at Sichuan University and is the chairperson of the China Young Writer Association.

Her early work focused on the wonders, gods and ghosts of Chinese myth and made her especially popular with teenagers. The novel May Queen (2008) saw her break through as a critically-acclaimed author.

She now writes realist fiction, strongly Sichuan-based, focussing with warmth, humour and razor-sharp insights on squabbling families and small-town life.

People’s Literature magazine recently chose her as one of China’s twenty future literary masters, and in 2012 she was chosen as Best New Writer by the prestigious Chinese Literature Media Prize. Yan Ge is in London for a couple of days to promote her book. She can be contacted via her agent and publishing details. (Details below).

About HopeRoad

HopeRoad Publishing is an exciting, independent publisher, vigorously supporting voices too often neglected by the mainstream. We are growing a reputation as promoters of multicultural literature, with a special focus on Africa, Asia and the Caribbean. At the heart of our publishing is the love of outstanding writing from writers you, the reader, would otherwise have missed. Most of our titles are e-books only, but we have ventured into print with three outstanding titles: The Cost of Sugar, Tula the Revolt and Indian Magic. Our list covers fiction, non-fiction, young adult, and works in translation. Very soon we are launching something new: a crime fiction list.

To book interviews or for any more information please contact Rosemarie on 0207 370 5367 or at

rosemarie@hoperoadpublishing.com

 

 

 

African Literary Evening

We are holding an African Literary Evening

An evening of reading, conversation and inspiraiton with the best of new generation African writers. The event will be a mixture of literature, poetry and spoken word performances, as well as a panel to discuss issues relevant to writers in the UK.

Topics
African literary evening November 2014
Is it possible to make a living as a writer?
The future of publishing in the UK: is it traditional publishing, self-publishing and collaborative publishing or hybrid publishing?
Beyond print: moving with the digital revolution: ebooks, podcasts, audio books and short films
Who is our audience? Our community or beyond?
Genres: moving beyond expectations placed on African writing

On the African Literary Evening panel are:

  • Abidemi Sansui – Author of several books
  • Abimbola Dare – who started her writing career as a blogger in 2006
  • Irenosen Okojie – Writer and Arts Project Manager
  • Tolu Popoola-Publisher, Accomplish Press.
  • Adura Ojo – Author, poet, and blogger
  • myself Tundun Adeyemo

Plus many more

This African Literary evening takes place on Saturday 8th November 2014. 5-8pm at The Proud Archivist, 2-10 Hertford Road, London N1 5ET

Our host is Mr David G Balogun and the tickets cost just £5

Book your ticket on eventbrite

http://www.eventbrite.co.uk/e/african-literary-evening-tickets-12822098241

Funmbi, the Comedian for your Monday merriment.

Here are  clips of Funmbi, the Comedian. He performed at the African Comedy Night where he stole the show- in my opinion anyways.  As I have only just discovered him, here are two clips of him for your Monday merriment.

https://youtube.googleapis.com/v/3e2qAwT8JQE&source=uds