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Shakuntala Jadhav, an Maharashtran village girl, just turned 16
when she graduated from the Human Development Training School in Maliwada and
told her parents “I want to join the Nava Gram Prayas (New Village Movement)”.
Shakuntala spoke some English and was constantly requested by foreign staff to
translate between them and other, older male staff of the movement. Shakuntala
was fierce in her to determination against injustice in the world but even at
such a young age was very aware that creating a new society was better than
fighting against an old one. In one visit as translator to the District
Collectors Office near the village of Chikhale (a District Collector being
equivalent to judge, taxman, police and executive for 2 million people)
Shakuntala was dismayed by the lack of response from the District Collector to
a request by the elders. She stood up in front of him in her blue Nava Gram
Prayas sari to her full 4 ft 9 inches (1.5 meters) and said “You are a District
Collector and have a lot of responsibility. You should help these people.”
Shakuntala was always like this, constantly working hard for
everyone else even when she had little.
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The story that I want to share is the experience
of being at the hospice where Mom was being cared for.
During Mom’s last week, she was more ‘away’ than
present. She was in and out of consciousness but seemingly able to hear even if
she couldn’t respond much. Mom passed away on Oct 25, so this story is
from Oct 22-24.
The nurses at hospice are incredibly caring and
compassionate. In spite of dealing with people at the end of their days and
feeling sad about it, they approach their jobs as a calling, a gift they can
bestow. They were so kind to my Mom during her stay. On the 22nd or so,
when Mom was not able to speak any longer, the nurse came in to administer
Mom’s medications. They entered the room, calling her name. Mom put up a
very frail arm to reach out and hug the nurse. They leaned into the hug and
returned it.
On her last night (Oct 24) – it was about 8:30
pm, as I sat beside her, it was time for her evening care. The nurses came in
to change her clothes, reposition her in bed, and wash her. I stepped
back to give them space. The nurses called to her by name, they told her
what they were doing and what would happen next. They talked to her about the
night gown they were putting on her. They treated her, in her last hours as a
person, still comprehending albeit less capable – they offered so much dignity
– applying skin lotion to her feet so her skin wasn’t so dry.
I asked the nurses, in their experience, how
much did they think people could understand at this advanced stage – they said
– she continues to respond to us in small ways, so we know she is aware. Mom
passed away at 5:00 am on the 25th.
When we arrived the next morning to pick up Mom’s
things – we walked the ‘hall of hugs’. The nurses, the cleaning staff,
the meal staff all gave us hugs. It is an incredible experience to receive so
much compassion from people – just doing their jobs. 😉
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The power and love and friendship of communityshone
brightly for my daughter’s wedding in September 2018.
My daughter and her partner have been together for nine years.
With six weeks’ notice, they decided to hold their wedding in our backyard in
September 2018. We were thrilled beyond words and as a family, jumped into
action. My husband designed light displays in the back yard, I ensured the
flowers were blooming the best they could, and our son and daughter-in-law (and
little 7 month old grandson) flew in from Montreal and organized and prepared
all the food for the wedding barbecue. Family was beyond amazing!
And so were the neighbours and friends on our block. They sprang
into action and giving mode. We had offers of food, we had refrigerator and
freezer storage, we could have done 100 chairs loaned and 20 tables. Neighbours
dropped by and texted constantly to see what they could do. One friend made 4
pies. On the day of the wedding, I must have had texts from 15 neighbours,
congratulating us and celebrating that the day was sunny and warm. Neighbours
moved their cars to make room for our guests.
We try continually to be wonderful neighbour-friends and the
goodwill we have invested over the years, came back to us tenfold for the
wedding. I always talk about neighbours, neighbour-friends, and friends.
Neighbour is a very special term and to me, means a good person who lives close
by. Neighbour-friends are those neighbours who go beyond being neighbourly and
become friends.
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Story #1:
In 1993, an amendment to India’s Constitution formally
established ‘Panchayati Raj’ (local democracy) to provide representation for
small rural communities.
38% of representatives in every Indian village council must
be women.
In Maharashtra state, women officials have lobbied for
medical clinics and facilitated significant reductions in polio cases, among
other accomplishments.
One specific and especially shining example of results is
evident in Wanoja village in Maharashtra state. Here, a woman official named
Nirmala has displayed inspiring leadership.
Rural India is heavily dependent on agriculture, and there
is a 4 month (and sometimes longer) intense monsoon season. While this season
is a gift to the farmers in terms of providing much-needed water to the crops,
it often also wreaks havoc by washing away the fertile and necessary topsoil.
In the absence of any sophisticated irrigation systems and other ways to
prevent this from happening, Nirmala started to experiment by collecting and
placing small stones all around her farmland. She gradually created a
high-enough makeshift dam that did, in fact, help stop the strong currents
during the next rainfall. Seeing the results of her work moved the other
farmers to action – including those who previously watched with some confusion
and amusement as she had worked to create her individual stone piles. Thus,
Nirmala’s action-oriented leadership has led to the construction of small stone
dams all around Wanoja village and saved many-a-yield from destruction.
A second example of inspiring leadership is seen in the case
of Chavvi Rajawat. Hailing from a village in the Rajasthan state, Chavvi left
home to earn an MBA in the ‘big city’. She went on to work for multi-national
companies for a few years to gain some hands-on work experience. In 2018,
Chavvi gave up city life and her cushy job prospects, and moved back to her
village, going on to become India’s youngest Sarpanch (head of the village
council). Under her leadership, the village council has found solutions for
building roads and toilets, and has lobbied to bring water and power to the
7000 residents of the village.
Story #2:
In 2010, a young gentleman named Roman Gaus happened upon a
‘farm’ in his town in Switzerland.
In 2011, drawing inspiration from that farm, and based on
his vision for sustainable, real, robust and scalable feeding solutions, Roman
co-founded a company called Urban Farmers. The organization’s key mission was
to increase food security and resilience to climate change, while respecting local
ecosystems and creating an ‘urban oasis’ within cities and communities.
Urban Farmers was founded based on the principles of
aquaponics – a method of combining fish and vegetable farming in a self-sustainable
way that requires no soil.
In 2017, based on ‘environmental scans’, Roman came to
realize that the communities he was operating within were beginning to want a
different interaction with their urban farm. People wanted an experience where
dialogue and gatherings became the norm. With this in mind, Roman is currently
revamping his purpose and organizational structure to include intentionally
designed events and gatherings.
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My Friend Gail
November
2018
Gail is married with two children in their 20’s. With degrees in
Environmental Studies and Adult Education, she is an independent consultant who
has been involved in the residential energy efficiency industry for over 30
years in a variety of capacities including as an air sealing contractor, energy
and indoor air quality auditor, retailer, researcher, consultant and trainer.
If that is not enough, she is also a tireless volunteer for her
neighbourhood, which she moved to in 1989 with her husband, but also her
school, her church and her municipality – connecting the dots and people to
develop, fundraise and implement community improvement projects. Gail, and her
family, have also taken in, and are caring for, an elderly aunt.
To my bewilderment, she does all this without seeming to run short
of energy, inspiration, smiles and laughter.
We all know the
type. She enters a room of strangers yet manages to connect with many of them.
She rarely lets an emotional cloud darken her sunny outlook on life. She
remembers faces, names and facts. She maintains a high level of energy and
engagement even in the most trying circumstances She delights in every
encounter, and feels a sense of connectedness with her surroundings, both
social and natural.
Gail’s professional career is
breathtaking with leading edge research and a number of “firsts”. Here is just
a sampling of her many achievements.
Right out of university, Gail had the privilege of working on the
development of Ontario’s very first blue box program. This led to her helping
to set up the world’s first sporting
event recycling program at the Special Olympics in Minneapolis St. Paul in
1991, and her developing and delivering a training program for 200 recycling
volunteers and cleaning staff at the 1996 Atlanta Olympics.
In 1999, she produced a ‘Household Guide to Water Efficiency’ for
Durham Region, which was so well received she was asked to produce a national
version for CMHC. Gail developed and delivered North America’s first Green Roof Design 101 course
(2004). She also delivered CMHC’s indoor air quality courses across Canada for
over a decade (2000 – 2011), and researched and produced publications for CMHC
on Carbon Monoxide (2000), House as a System (2014), Making your Home
Alternative Water Ready (2014) and Net Zero Energy Homes (2014).
She has been a sustainability consultant to the City of Pickering
(2005 – 2010), was the coordinator of York Region’s Max Day Outdoor Water
Reduction Program for three years,
and has been a professor at both Durham College and Seneca College. She has
prepared energy management plans and Partners for Climate Protection reports
for the Township of Uxbridge (2014) and the City of Oshawa (2014).
Between 2007 -2008 Gail piloted Ontario’s first Aboriginal Energy Retrofit Pilot for five northern First
Nation communities, which led her to her present work on the western shore of
James Bay where she is working with three First Nations communities (Attawapiskat, Kashechewan and Fort Albany) on major
energy retrofits to reduce energy use and improve the comfort and health of the
occupants. She has just completed Community Energy Plans for the communities,
which help guide them towards a more sustainable future. As a sidebar to
demonstrate Gail’s resiliency, while working in a remote FN community on James
Bay she recently fell, dislocated and broke three bones in her foot and despite
incredible pain, she
managed to take pictures of her 6 day journey to get home that
included three hospitals, two surgeries, 8 road/2 air/2 water ambulances, and
you guessed it – all with a big smile!
Gail has also been on the
leading edge when it comes to her volunteer
efforts.
Being
an avid environmentalist, Gail spearheaded the creation of Durham Environmental
Network (DEN). From 1988 to 2005, DEN held regular and inspiring community
meetings throughout Durham Region on a variety of environmental topics. The
group created wonderful environmental products including A Household Guide to Waste Reduction and Recycling (1992 and 1999),
a Pesticide Information Kit, an Environmental Resource Directory (1994
and 2001) and a full-colour, 2 sided Durham
Region State of the Environment Poster Map (1997). It was through DEN that I met Gail in 1991.
Gail helped DEN morph into Durham Sustain Ability in 2005, a
not-for-profit social enterprise that carried on providing environmental
expertise and consulting services on energy and environmental matters. Gail
served as a volunteer director through to its closure in 2018.
From 2007 – 2013 Gail volunteered on the Smart Commute Award
Committee for Durham Region, reviewing company submissions demonstrating their
efforts to encourage carpooling, public transit and cycling. Today, Gail is a
recognized expert in her field andpart
of the invited list of community stakeholders that have contributed to the
creation of the Durham Community Climate Adaptation Plan.
Gail’s goal over the years has been to create a sense of community within the boundaries of her neighbourhood. The neighbourhood group she spearheaded is reflective of her leadership style. Everything they do helps community members come together and get to know each other. It is not run like a typical ratepayers group with a president, a secretary and monthly meetings. It works much more organically than that with individuals coming up with an idea, running with it and bringing along others who are keen to help out.
Here
is just a brief sampling of how Gail gives freely of her time to her community,
either directly or by helping those who have an idea get projects up and
running.
In the late 1990’s, as a parent volunteer at her local school, Gail
volunteered to update and maintain a large garden. She and another parent
planted drought tolerant, pollinator-friendly native species with the students’
help. They created a curriculum that encouraged the teachers to explore the
garden with their students. To celebrate the school’s 50th
anniversary, they worked with the graduating Grade 8 class and created an
outdoor classroom space under a large maple tree at the front of the school.
A few years later another graduating Grade 8 class agreed to fundraise with Gail to design and commission a piece of neighourhood art to acknowledge the efforts of a member of the community who was instrumental in the school garden design and maintenance, and who died very young from breast cancer. The woman’s daughter designed a ladybug crawling up a piece of grass. A metal artist recreated Rosie the Ladybug with repurposed metal including the round bottom of an old BBQ to make the ladybug’s body. This beautiful piece of art is over six feet tall and proudly stands in the middle of the school garden greeting everyone as they enter.
Speeders in her neighbourhood were a concern to Gail as a dog walker
and later as a mother, so working with her municipality and Durham Police, she
initiated petitions for speed reduction measures to slow down vehicles. The
neighbourhood borrowed radar guns from the police and submitted license plates
of speeders who, in turn, received letters of warning. After all of that effort
the main recommendation from the Traffic Officer was to create opportunities
for community members to get to know each other – “put a face to each home” so
to speak,
so that is exactly what Gail has set her sights on. If people know their
neighbours they are less likely to speed and be disrespectful when driving
through the community.
Gail was instrumental in the creation of a community-wide
Neighbourhood Watch program, the largest one in Durham Region and, she is told,
perhaps Ontario. Around 80% of the community are connected by email to a Street
Captain. Neighbourhood Watch signs and magnets, a branded neighbourhood tent
(that anyone in the neighourhood may borrow) with the neighbourhood nameand logo were made possible through fundraising, of which Gail is a
master.
Gail was instrumental in adding more seating and shade, as well as a
pollinator- friendly garden to a neighbourhood park, and in developing several
annual community events including Family Fun Day, Earth Day cleanups, Paint and
Sips, Crime Prevention meetings with Durham Police and a charity yard sale
supporting Joanne’s House, the local teen shelter. Volunteers also keep flower
boxes on a bridge entering the neighbourhood, installed and planted by the
municipality, looking great all summer long.
Gail’s family has hosted a neighbourhood Easter Egg Hunt for the
past 21 years on Easter Sunday morning. It started with just a few families and
has grown to over 125 childrenand spreads across 9 yards! Families drop off items to hide ahead of
time and bring food or cash donations for Joanne’s House. Local teens earn
volunteer hours at this event and at all of the other community activities.
This fall, Gail, along with others, introduced ‘kindness rocks’ to
her neighbourhood. Painted by students at the local school, you write a message
on a rock and leave it in a public space for someone to pick up. The idea being
that one kind message at just the right time can change your entire day, your
outlook and maybe even your life.
Random findings of the rocks are posted on the
community’s Facebook page.
Recently approached by a community member to create more community
art, Gail got people together to brainstorm. As a result, the group applied for
a small grant to create a neighbourhood website and a local business directory,
which will complement the well-used neighbourhood Facebook page and provide an
opportunity to raise money for more community art projects and to offset the
cost to host other community events.
Gail, rightly so, is a proud but never boastful recipient of the
Commemorative Medal for the 125th Confederation of Canada award in
1993 and Queen Elizabeth II’s Diamond Jubilee award in 2012 , both for
community service. She received the Volunteer of Distinction Award from the
local public school in 2008 and from the high school in 2012 and 2014. She
received the Ajax-Pickering Board of Trade’s Business Excellence,
Sustainability Champion Award in 2015, and the Durham Environmental Advisory
Committee’s Evylin Stroud Lifetime Achievement Award in 2016.
In
closing, Gail is an absolute wonder to me. She lives by a motto by Margaret
Mead that has guided her throughout her life. “Never doubt that a small group
of thoughtful committed citizens can change the world, indeed it is the only
thing that ever has.”
But,
I think Gail also lives by another motto, much shorter and simpler… “Let’s make
it happen.” And, she does.
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Two of us set out on a camping trip on Vancouver Island- it
was September 2017 and the campground was beautiful, deserted and near the Juan
de Fuca trail. We were excited as we had not camped for a few years. We had
hauled out all our gear, made sure it all worked, and packed the car
exquisitely to accommodate several camping trips on the island, interspersed
with stops at friends and Airbnb’s.
At this first camp site, we set up our tent, and in filling
our water bucket, noticed the sign “unpotable water- boil two minutes”. No
problem- we had our stove! However, minutes later, it was apparent that we did
NOT have the stove. We had left it on the floor of the garage. We had the
propane canister but no way to use it.
The only commercial business within 25 km was a tiny cafe.
So we hopped back in car, hoping to 1) beg for a bit of free water 2) buy
something to make up for begging and 3) get a cup of coffee in our thermos to
have lukewarm the next morning. Overhearing our story to the cafe owner, a
local man, Wayne, we learned later, approached us and said I have a stove I can
give you. Astonished we said, “could we pay you for it?”. He said “no, it’s
really old, and I don’t use it anymore”. He asked where we were camping and
when we returned to our site two hours later after a hike, a workable stove was
sitting on the picnic table with a note from Wayne. He had gone looking for the
plastic base to hold the propane canister. Sure enough, he showed up 5 minutes
later and we offered him a beer. We learned about his community and how much he
loved it.
When we went back to the cafe the next day to buy him a
coffee, he was not there. The cafe person laughed when she heard our story. She
said she was not surprised. “we call Wayne the mayor of Jordan River (population~35).
He is always helping people out.”
We had the good fortune of being recipients of “Mayor
Wayne’s” simple act of kindness generosity and kindness. He reminded us that
life is always better when you can give and receive generously each and every
day. What he did was normal for him, but an act of extraordinary kindness for
us which we will never forget. The stove by the way, works much better than any
camp stove we have ever owned.
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I
met Kristina on the plane coming back from NZ in July. We started to talk
and not only does she do this wonderful work, she is also the director here in
NZ of a program called Nuestros Pequenos Hermanos, which, to be
“serendipitous”, was highly supported in its beginnings and still is, by my
daughter’s father-in-law, Michael Maccoby. And she had volunteered in the
Dominican Republic and was well acquainted with the goddaughter that I have
supported for several years now. Talk about a small world.
Kristina Cavit, MNZM
Kristina is the Founder & Director of The
Kindness Institute. She has spent the past 9 years working with marginalised
communities facing stress and trauma in New Zealand and around the
world. She has trained with world leading organisations including Jon Kabat-Zinn’s Center for Mindfulness through the University Of Massachusetts
Medical School, The Holistic Life Foundation, supported by Harvard and John Hopkins
Medical School, and The Institute of The Work of Byron
Katie.
Kristina is also the founder of NPH New Zealand,
which supports almost 4,000 orphaned and abandoned children in Latin America.
She lived at the NPH home in the Dominican Republic for two years in
management, education and development. In 2018 Kristina was named a Member of
the New Zealand Order of Merit for services to youth and community. Kristina
has been nominated for Young New Zealander of The Year 2018, received a
Kiwibank Local Hero Award for her work in 2014 and a Womens Fund 2018 Champion
of Change award.
Kristina is an experienced and dynamic public speaker and delivers
inspirational talks to support people to explore mindful leadership, stress
management, volunteerism and social change.
As a Mindfulness educator and coach, Kristina
is passionate about sharing practical strategies on how each of us can manage
stress. Her point of difference is her ability to make challenging concepts
accessible, highly engaging, transformative and fun. Based in Auckland,
Kristina works with clients globally via Skype and all around New Zealand.
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The story I want to share is actually from Mumbai. It is from my
last visit 2 years ago.
When I visit Mumbai, I stay with a close friend of mine in her
apartment in Juhu. As is customary in India, the families stay together. In
this instance, the building is made up of three floors and each floor is a
separate apartment housing the 3 brothers’ families.
One morning I was leaving fairly early for an appointment and I
noticed several children entering the building. They all took off their
slippers and put on a pair that was laid out for them at the bottom of the
stairs.
I was curious as to who these children were and why they had to
change their slippers to go upstairs.
Upon enquiring, I found out that an elderly aunt who lived
upstairs had taken it upon herself to teach children from the slums how to read
and write. This would then allow them to secure better paying jobs in shops
etc.
She taught children from the ages of 6 to 15 from 7am to 10am as
then they had to go to work. She expected nothing in return from them.
Apparently she had been doing this for the past 5 years and continues to do
this to this day.
Children have come back to tell her of how their lives have
improved because of her help. It was amazing to me how one person could touch
so many lives.
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PICKING UP THE TRASH
By Eileen Howard
I’d like to introduce you to Allen and
Ken. Allen lost his job and so he and his
partner Ken ended up buying a house on the “wrong side” of Parsons Avenue on
the Columbus South side. The East side
of Parsons is an area known for high crime and low incomes. Allen decided that he was not going to live
in a trashy neighborhood. So.. he did
something about it.
Allen and Ken have started a revolution in
their neighborhood by doing one simple thing:
Picking up trash.
Every day Allen spends part of his day
walking through his neighborhood picking up trash. When he first started doing so, people
thought he was a little crazy. Then
they started asking him why he picked up trash.
He would share with them his vision for a safe clean neighborhood. Before long, other people also picked up
trash or at least didn’t throw it on the street.
Allen and Ken and some other concerned
neighbors started the Ganther’s Place Garden Club and Block Watch. Allen and Ken transformed the empty lot next
to their house into a spectacular “pocket park” with community art, a
greenhouse, green space, flowers and benches.
Then, the drug dealers started noticing
that the people who lived around there cared about their neighborhood and they
moved their operation.
Now Ganther’s Place has two pocket parks
with a gazebo stage, beautification efforts throughout the streets, annual
garden tours and an arts festival, a large colorful mural at the entrance to
their neighborhood, cleaner and safer streets, a gardening program with the
local elementary school, and many other successes. They have spearheaded a larger effort, in partnership
with Keep Columbus Beautiful, to put flower planters up and down Parsons Avenue
and hold community cleanups twice a year.
And it all started with picking up trash –
an effort that required no money, no organization, and only one person.
One great story from this effort concerns a
missing tree. Allen had bought two
trees to plant in the pocket park. He
went outside and one was missing. He
followed the trail of dirt down to a house and banged on the door. The woman who answered said she didn’t know
anything about it. Allen pointed out the
tree was in her back yard. Her grandson
had apparently taken it.
Allen carried it back to his house. The next day it went missing again. Allen was really steamed now, and he went
back down and banged on the door. This
time the grandson was home. Allen made the
teen carry it back and help plant it. He
asked him, “Why did you take the tree?”
The boy replied, “It was nice, and I wanted to have nice trees and shade
at my house, too.”
Allen then went and bought the boy a tree
and took it down to their house. Since
then, that teenager has been involved in other efforts by Ganther’s Place and
he and Allen are friends.
This story delights me because it shows how
returning evil with good can be transformative.
It also shows how we can start with just our own resources and assets
and end up transforming the world.
And, according to Allen, even losing your job can turn out to be your
greatest asset.
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TOPIC: ME AND MY LIFE
You might think that the difference you can
make is insignificant, I too had that belief some years back. I thought to
myself “what can someone like me living in
Igbekebo an area without any economic value with an average
financial means do to make a difference
in this world”?
Many years back during my secondary school,
though I never gave up schooling, I was doing my bit and also going for fishing
with my father and brother after school.
After my secondary school education I wanted
to forward my education by getting into a tertiary institution but nobody is
ready to assist me because nobody ever believed in me, I remember vividly the
statement directed to me by the entire member of my family that “No one
would want to invest in bad product”.
The statement got to me angry and I had
nobody to discuss it with because I was very young and stubborn.
The fish farming went on for a long time
until I became a man that could stand and take responsibility of his actions or
inactions.
June 12, 1995 my mother travelled to check
up on me and when she was leaving back to Lagos I told her I was going with her;
that my heart was no more in the village. After seeing a lot of tears rolling
out of my eyes, my mother agreed to take me with her to Lagos.
After spending a month at home, I told my
mum that I can’t continue sitting at home that I want to learn something that
will forever put smile on my face and food on my table. Mum asked me “What
is it that you love to do”? My response was Radionic (Radio and Television
repairer).
That same week I was enrolled into an
institution where I can learn how to repair Electronic device with the money I saved
while in the village some years ago.
I walk a long distance to work because I don’t have money to board a cab for so many years. This hard situation kept on but I was focused, determined and ready to face anything life throws at me because I know it’s just for a moment: “Sorrow may endure for a night but joy comes in the morning”.
At a point in time I became the eye of my
master because of the faith and trust he had on me, one day he called in his
office and said to me, “Wellington, greatness is all over you.” I asked him why
he said so, he replied by saying you are honest, patient and hard working,
anybody who possesses these qualities will definitely soar high and make
difference. This is how my Boss gave me the mantle of leadership and became the
general just because I was hardworking and a fast learner. I became the one
making all repairs because I had strong belief in what I do.
My patience, hardworking, zeal, tenacity,
dedication and honesty to what I believed in made me, an ordinary assistant
fisher boy in a remote village of Igbekebo in Ondo State to become an MD/CEO of
three leading registered organizations in Nigeria, and mingle with Who and Who
in Nigeria. Like the Formal President of Nigeria, Formal Navy Auditor General
of Nigeria, Senators e.t.c
In Nigeria today among the three (3)
organizations that I am the CEO, Olorunwa Electronic Service is the leading and
rated best broadcasting engineering company, that deals in servicing, repairs
and sales of all kinds of visual and audio broadcasting equipment. And
DeLowatech Nig. LTD. Deals with installation of all kinds of CCTV and solar energy
lights.
And OYLESN International Limited deals with
automobiles and farming products.
Now it was an ordinary person, a bad
product that nobody wants to invest in, that is now the CEO of three (3)
Organizations and paying salaries to staff of the organizations and now making a
positive difference by bringing long lasting solutions to all form of electronic
device and broadcasting equipment in Nigeria and Africa as a whole.
As I always remember my late father’s words,
“Don’t allow what people say to destroy your life, live your life to be
fruitful.”