My Nigerian mother and my English father modelled hard work in a way that I never understood growing up.
My dad worked a full time job late into the evening and when his work was done, he would go and join my mum at her job in a small, hot, fast-paced restaurant kitchen until the early hours of the morning.
They came home when I was asleep and went to work when I was asleep.
When my mum left the restaurant, she opened a corner shop called KJS and would work all day and all night.
She would end up sleeping in the back room of the corner shop on a bag of rice because local kids would break in, steal things and vandalise the shop because she was pretty much the only black women in the area.
My dad again, would finish his full time job, and go straight to my mum’s shop and help her until late into the night.
The most remarkable part of this, isn’t just the fact that they worked 7-days a week to provide for their family.
It was their attitude towards their work.
They never ever described or viewed what they did as hard work.
I never ever heard them complain even once about "working hard".
They seemed to view work as the ultimate privilege, honour and opportunity.
The older I’ve gotten, the more I’ve realised that they were my biggest professional inspirations and influence - not because they gave me profound advice like some parents do, but because they set a profound example without needing to say a word - one that has enabled me to pursue my own dreams with a level of focused gratitude that I wouldn't have had otherwise.
"My parents were tasked with the job of survival and I with self-actualisation. What a luxury it is to search for purpose, meaning, and fulfilment." - Bo Ren
I have no sense of occasion. When I got my Masters in the UK, I totally forgot to go for the graduation. It was a few days to my wedding.
When I got my PhD in the Netherlands, I just went with Madam to collect the large cardboard and went straight back to work. No party or anything.
When I was appointed DG of BPSR, I had worked for 3 months before the government even announced the appointment. No newspaper congratulations or thanksgiving in church.
When I finished being DG too, I just moved on to the next job. No drama. I didn’t even have “former DG” on my profile.
When I was given the National Honour of OON, I wasn’t even aware for like 6 months. When they called and asked whether I didn’t want to collect it, I just left a meeting, went to collect it and rejoined the meeting.🙈 No celebration, nothing.
When I was appointed a Visiting Fellow of Practice at Oxford University, same thing o. No celebrations or anything.
Having been appointed Professor of Practice by Miva Open University today, I just went to collect the academic regalia and plaque and came back home. I even left all the others there. 🙈
Apart from birthdays and wedding anniversaries (which Madam organises), I am always on to the next thing. Don’t you think it’s a character weakness?
I rang the first bell 🔔
@propellaschools is live
The first free school of @cci_global is live
We have started with about 80 students
Help me thank everyone who worked tirelessly to make this happen
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