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The Power of Your Tongue

April 13, 2014 By Bukola Oriola

In the morning, just before I left my motel room
In the morning, just before I left my motel room

Sometimes we speak without necessarily paying attention to what we say. Sometimes, we mean what we say, but it can be fulfilling when you say a positive thing and see it come to pass. That was exactly what happened to me yesterday. In January, I had attended the Empower Ladies Conference at the Calvary Church in Roseville, where I met some ladies that came from Grand Rapids, Minnesota. The conference was about creating awareness on the issue of human trafficking.

They visited me at the vendor table for The Enitan Story when we began to chat. We said so many things, but little did I know that I had said to them when they asked, “What can we do to help?” And, I had said, “Organize an event in your community to create awareness.” They bought a copy of my book, and for the first time ever, I signed one copy of my book to about four or five ladies. They said they would read and pass it around. It was snowy, the weather outside was very depressing, and they left.

Few weeks after, one of them, Rebecca contacted me via Facebook to ask if I would be willing to speak at their event in April. I said yes and asked her to complete a Speaker’s Request Form to help me plan with my team. I discussed this with some of the board members of The Enitan Story and after several messages back and forth via Facebook and email with Rebecca, to ensure our mission aligns with their request, my team agreed that I should honor the request.

Few days before the event, I received a program outline and my contact person, Beth upon my arrival at the venue. Rebecca also called to speak with me.  I left a voice message on Beth’s phone to find out what time I was expected to arrive, because, they wanted me in town a day before the actual event. Also, I wanted to have a proper plan for my son while I was gone. The event was going to start as early as 9:00 a.m. with guests’ registration. There were nine vendors, which comprised of vendor tables for their five speakers and four local organizations at Grand Rapids.

The two hours fifty eight minutes’ drive was smooth. I stopped to figure out where I was when I received a call from Beth. On the other side of the phone, she asked, “Where are you? I answered, I don’t know. My phone GPS stopped working.” She asked me to tell her what I saw around me. I told her then she asked if I was coming from highway 169. When I responded affirmatively, she said that I was already in Grand Rapids and that I should just keep coming until I saw a community school, then the church, The Community Presbyterian Church where they were getting things ready for the event would be one block after that.

When I drove into the town, I was pleasantly surprised. First, it was seeing Cub Foods that felt that Grand Rapids might be far away from the Twin Cities but it is definitely like one of the cities in the Twin Cities. I have been to some cities, where they did not have Cub Foods, but just a local grocery store. The place looked boisterous. There was Home Depot, Target, Mexican Restaurant, and so on. After a little bit of taking the wrong turn because highway 169, which I was on merged directly into a turning lane (by this time, it was rush hour at Grand Rapids, so I could not quickly change my lane), I had to tell Beth what had happened. By this time also, I had already called her back, and she offered to stay on the phone with me until I reached my destination. To cut my long story short, Renee, another member of the planner, came to pick me up at the community school, where I had agreed to park.

The group was excited to see me when I pulled up in front of the church. I saw some children and Renee pointed her children to me among them. She also showed me Beth’s kids, who would have been my son’s buddies, if I had brought him with me. The kids and adult helped to unload my car and I was showed my table, so I set up.

What happened next? Find out in another sequel I will be writing to this.

Overall, it was a great event. the hosts, comprising of women, who wanted change and their husbands and friends put together a very nice event.

Thanks for reading. I hope to talk to you again through my blogs. If you have questions, comments or suggestions, please, send me a note – fill out the contact form. I want to hear from you.  You can also get my recent posts by signing up to receive updates.

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How Parents Can Protect Their Children From Trafficking

April 11, 2014 By Bukola Oriola

Take 25 Home Page
Take 25 Home Page

There are several ways that parents can protect their children from the preying eyes of pimps and traffickers. For the purpose of this presentation, which I will be delivering tomorrow at the Community Presbyterian Church in Grand Rapids, I have focused on four. They include:

  • Spiritual Nurturing
  • Open Communication
  • Use of Technology
  • Using school’s PTO to create human trafficking awareness in schools.

You can view or download the presentation here.

This event has been put together by a group called Support Within Reach and the conference is entitled End Sex Slavery Northern Minnesota.

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Defying The Snow To Support Justice

April 4, 2014 By Bukola Oriola

 

Sheriff James Stuart's voting pin badge
Sheriff James Stuart’s voting pin badge

Yesterday was the fundraising ceremony of the Anoka County Sheriff, Sheriff James Stuart at the Harvest Grill in Coon Rapids. As at the time I arrived at the event, the snow had just started dropping some few stone-like ice on the floor. It was also starting to get a little bit chilly. When I arrived at the venue with my son, Sam we passed through a wide hallway painted in cream to the hall where there were guests seated and dinning. At the entrance of the room was a signing table with name badges to write your name on. But before we signed in, we greeted the Sheriff, who was also standing at the entrance to welcome his guests. He was excited to us. He was meeting Sam for the first time and asked, “Is this your son?” As I was saying, “Yes,” he turned to Sam and bent down stretching his hands forward to say hello with a hand shake. Then he said, “Nice to meet you.” Sam said, “Hello.” However, Sheriff Stuarts quickly showed his concern for the depressing weather that was beginning to show up after much publicity in the weather forecast about its unwelcoming visit.

Sheriff Stuart asked, “Are the roads bad already?” I replied, “No. Actually it’s just starting to snow.” With anxiety in his tone of voice, he said, “Let the road be good and let people arrive safely before it starts to get bad,” adding quickly, “let them go back home safely too.”  Having a bad weather looming when having an important event definitely can make the hosts anxious regardless of whom. Fortunately, guests kept showing up in their numbers at the event. After taking our seat with some guests at a table, I saw a crowd at the door signing in. Meanwhile, there was considerable number of guests already in the room by the time we showed up.

There were about 100 people in the room. I was not surprised at the turnout. Sheriff Stuart has been an effective sheriff, who is committed to the community. I know him personally with the human trafficking advocacy efforts he has continued to take active actions upon in the county. I am glad I went and hope that he get re-elected into office to continue his laudable efforts. Two slide shows were on featuring his efforts in the community.

As we went to take a seat, I decided to go to a table with guests, but had some free seats. I asked one of the ladies at the table, “Can we join you.” The lady I asked, Diana said, “Yes.” Sam took a seat beside her, while I sat next to Sam. I quickly recognized the other lady. She is the president of the Metro North Chamber of Commerce, Lori Higgins. After seating for a minute, I asked Sam if I could get him a plate of food. Then Diana, said, “The food is good.” I took Sam to the food table and got him a plate of meatballs, crackers, and chicken on a stick. I felt full because of the meal I ate just before I headed to the event, so I did not get any food for myself. I however continued to sip my cup of water, which was on the table, while Sam just nibbled a little bit on his food.

Diana asked me curiously, “How did you know the sheriff? With a smile, I said, “I know him through human trafficking advocacy. I have a TV Show called Imprisoned Show featuring issues of human trafficking and I had him and the county attorney as a guests on the show.” Nodding her head in agreement she said, “O yeah! He is a good man. He does good things in the community.” Quickly, she pointed the legislative member who was also sitting at the table to me. I greeted the other people at the table, but it was Lori first and she asked about my business. After telling her that business was okay. At some point in the conversation, Diana was confused about what I do because Lori had said that I had a hair braiding shop. In trying to explain what that meant to Diana, I pulled up a picture from Bukola Braiding Facebook page to explain what we meant to her. I also told her that hair braiding is what brings food to my table and that the TV show is my advocacy work to help others. Then Lori tried to explain further, she said to Diana, “The hair braiding is her work and the TV is what she does on the side.” I however said to Lori, “We have a nonprofit now. Imprisoned Show is under the nonprofit. It’s called The Enitan Story.” She nodded her head and said, “Okay.” Aside from Lori, every other person on the table asked me how I knew the sheriff and I had to explain again and again.

Diana asked, “Where are you from?” “Nigeria,” I said. “So, how did you get here?” “It’s a long story, “I replied. Then she said, “My story is a long story too. I was in a bad accident seven years ago and was in the hospital for nine months. I was in my own comma for three months.” I was speechless. I just muttered “Whoah!” I am sorry to hear that.” She continued and said, “I went to heaven. I saw my sister, who had died years ago. I saw Jesus but he told me you have to go back to earth. I said to Jesus, I want to stay here with my sister. He said no, you have to go back but make sure you help someone every day.” I was still trying to comprehend everything she was telling me when she added, “I have been helping people every day.”

As a result of the accident, she had to relearn her alphabets. She has even forgotten everything from her past. She uses a walker now, but she is a strong woman. I asked her, “Can you read now? Or can someone read to you if I give you my book? She said, “Yes.” I was relieved and told her I was going to give her a copy of my book so that she can learn more about me. I made a quick trip to the snowing parking lot (at this time, the snow had started falling heavily), grabbed a copy of my book, came back in and signed it to her. I wrote, “You are a gift to the world.” She said someone is working on a book about her story and that she will give me a copy when the book is out.

She excused herself from the table to greet other guests. Then she came back with a lady, whom she introduced to me. I greeted the lady and then, it was time for Diana to go. The man who came with her said, “I have a meeting to go, so we have to go now,” with a sense of urgency in his voice. Diana was leaving and said to me, “Call me, I will like to go out to coffee with you. I am serious, I mean it.” I said to her, “Sure. I will like to go out with you. You are a gift to the world.” She left and by the time I looked, the table was almost empty leaving me and Sam behind.

Shortly after, a lady came up to the table to ask, “Can we join you? I said, “Yes. The other people on the table seem to have left.” Her husband and son joined her. She turned to her son and said, “See, there is another little boy here,” as if to assure him that he was not alone. She asked how old my son was, I said, seven.” She asked, “Is he in second grade? I said, “No, first grade.” Her son is in second grade. We continued to talk and we talked about the sheriff and his good work in the community. After I told her how I got connected to the sheriff, she told me that she has a sister who is a board member to a nonprofit in another state where they advocate against human trafficking, among others.

Surprisingly, I found that she is the City of Ramsey Mayor, Sarah Stormmen. I gave her The Enitan Story’s brochure and she gave me her business card. I told her that I am planning to go to cities and do “Imprisoned Show In Your City” with the City mayors and some community members during the summer, and she welcome me to come over to the City of Ramsey. Like I said to her, you never know whom you will meet when you go to a community event of such magnitude. While I was talking to her, I caught a glimpse of the County Attorney, Attorney Tony Palumbo and wanted to make sure I saw the right person so I asked her to help me confirm and she said, “Yes, that is the county attorney.” I think he was also leaving, so I excused myself to go to him to greet just before he walked out of the door. He was excited when he said, “BUKOLA” how are you?” stretching his arms to embrace me like a father. I said, “Fine” with a smile and thanked him for his work in the community. He was with Sheriff Stuart on Imprisoned Show in 2012 to talk about their efforts in fighting human trafficking in the community.

Overall, it was exciting night. I hope that Sheriff Stuart get re-elected to continue with his commendable efforts in the community.

Thanks for reading. I hope to talk to you again through my blogs. If you have questions, comments or suggestions, please, send me a note – fill out the contact form. I want to hear from you.  You can also get my recent posts by signing up to receive updates.

Bye for now, until next time.

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Suicide On a Treadmill

April 3, 2014 By Bukola Oriola

On the treadmill
On the treadmill

I have been walking for three weeks now as a form of exercise from my online walking class and my legs hurt. In fact, it started with shin splints on the left leg, needless to say that at the end of the first week, I felt as if I had just lost my virginity with the pains I was feeling in the ball joints of my hips. It is the third week now and thankfully, those pains are gone, but new pains developed like the sprout of a new seed in the garden. This time, my right knee hurts, my laps feel tired, and I just feel like giving up, but I cannot.

When I started three weeks ago, it was my first time on the treadmill. When I entered the school gym (by the way, I pay for the gym in my tuition but never use it) there were two girls on the treadmill. I asked one of them to help me. I told her, “I don’t know how to use the treadmill. It is my first time.” She was nice to me and decided to show me. First, she asked me to step on the side by putting my legs at the edge of the treadmill before starting the machine. She said, “Press the Quick Start” and it will start, then you can step on it.” I did then the machine asked for my weight. At this time, I entered my weight and started walking holding the bars in front of me for dear life.

My pace was about 17 point something and I completed one mile in 22 minutes. I walked for three miles, which I completed in 55 minutes, but when I looked in the exercise specification, my walking was poor because I was supposed to complete my one mile in 14 minutes and three miles in 35 minutes. Three days after, which was a Monday, I went back to the gym. This time, I asked one of the front desk assistants to help me. I even asked her how to make the machine go faster. She showed me and I was going at 5.7KPH. I held on so tight onto the bars, as I was going so fast on the machine. I thought I was going to pass out on the machine. I had gone a little over half a mile when my instructor entered the gym and came to me. Looking concerned as if one of her students was about to commit suicide on a treadmill, she stopped the machine and said, “You are not supposed to hold on to the bars. It is also too fast, you have to be able to walk without holding on.”

I was short of breath, I was panting. I was light headed. My legs were jittery. I was hot and sweating. Then, I tried to speak. Struggling to get my words out I said, “I didn’t know that. This is new to me.” I felt like sitting down, I rested my back on one of the bars of the treadmill. After a short moment, I felt a little better. Then she said, “You can use the treadmill for your weekly training log, but not the walking assignment. You have to walk outside or on the school walking track.” Well, every week, we have to log in our walking exercise in an excel spread sheet that she provided for us, but then, she also asks us specific question about walking on a separate sheet that we have to turn in every week.

When I started this class, I knew that walking was a good and light form of exercise but never knew that it is a form that can help with burning calories and losing weight. It’s been three weeks and I have lost close to 10 pounds. Although, I drink a slimming tea which has also helped, but I noticed that the walking has helped to tighten my abdomen and I feel really light in my body.

Two days ago, I decided to walk outside since the weather was nice. The winter snow has melted. The brown soil is showing and the trees just lay bear with no leaves or snow. In fact, the ponds have melted too and there were ducks and geese swimming in the pond along the Mississippi Regional Park Wedgewood Trail in Coon Rapids. I walked almost a mile and half with my son, Sam who was riding his bicycle. On our way, we met two dogs – a nice white little dog, called Bailey and a black not so nice dog. The black Labrador was in a fenced house and he could  not help himself but bark at us on our way back on the trail. Meanwhile, while we were going, we had met Bailey and her owner walked past us. On our way back, Bailey looked like she wants to say hello, so I looked at her and said, “hello!” in a soft voice. Then, I turned to her owner to ask, “Can I pet her?” He said, “Yes.” I bent down and pet her on the head and under her arms and Sam left his bicycle to come and pet the dog too. Petting Bailey lasted about a minute or two and we continued to head back home facing the wind as I walked while Sam rode his bicycle. At the end of the walk, my laps and right knee hurt. As for the right knee, I guess it is because it has not healed from hurting when I fell in the icy snow four weeks ago in front on my apartment.

I have not reached my goal, but I am not giving up. I have improved in my pace and complete time, but is not at 14 minutes yet. I have five more weeks to go to reach my goal. I hope to bring you good news at the end of this class and exercise. I just want to encourage you today not to give up on whatever you want to achieve. It may take long, it may not, but just keep going and you will achieve it.

Thanks for reading. I hope to talk to you again through my blogs. If you have questions, comments or suggestions, please, send me a note – fill out the contact form. I want to hear from you.  You can also get my recent posts by signing up to receive updates.

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The Italian Taste Lasagna

February 13, 2014 By Bukola Oriola

Lasagna is served
Lasagna is served

If you have a dish you have never tried but will like to cook, perhaps, my lasagna cooking story will inspire you to give it a trial. I ate lasagna for the first time about five years ago at a friend’s house. She made it herself. I was visiting her with another friend when she told us the story of how she looked up the recipe, and made her own home made lasagna. According to her, it tasted better than the restaurant served menu, which she described as, “Too watery and tasteless.” Then, she said, “I will now make my own lasagna whenever I want to eat it.”

For someone who was hearing the name of the food for the first time, I asked, “What is lasagna?” She said, “It’s a kind of pasta that you boil first and then layer it with cheese and other spices, including meat before putting it in the oven to bake.” She prefers chicken, so the lasagna she cooked that day was with chicken. For a second, I thought that was a lot of work, in addition to a bunch of ingredients that I have no clue about. I tasted the food, but was not too excited about the taste.

Since then, I never ate the dish. Whenever I came across it, I remembered what she had said about not cooking it

Lasagna is ready
Lasagna is ready

right at other places, and I thought that if I wasn’t really excited about the taste of the one I ate at her house, I would be better off with another choice rather than soiling my taste buds. However, I was able to overcome my fear one day when lasagna was served during one of my public presentations. I can’t remember which presentation it was. It was beef lasagna. I took a little bit in my plate, and I regretted not taking more. The spaghetti sauce used made it delicious. I thought that the cook was generous with the sauce. Biting into the pasta with ground beef and sauce left a lasting flavor on my gustatory cell. The pasta was soft, the sauce sank between my teeth, and I enjoyed every bite that I took.

It was an unexpected experience that I really liked. Since then, I have been looking for lasagna. In fact, I bought a box of lasagna from Cub Foods sometimes ago, but never cooked it. I did not know how. I was also kind of lazy at looking out for the recipe online, so all I could do was talk about it with anybody that cared to listen whenever I craved it.

However, something happened today. I was able to cook my own “Italian taste” lasagna, as was described by my friend, Annette, who helped me out during the shopping process at Walmart. Well, I had run to Walmart for a little grocery shopping, especially rice. The store sells a particular kind of Jasmine rice that I prefer to cook. While on the isle, pushing my cart with my son, Samuel, suddenly, he screamed, “Grandma Annette.” Then, someone by the refrigerator turned to look, and indeed, it was Annette. We exchanged greetings, hugged, and she asked, “What has brought you in here.” I said, “I came to get few groceries.” She went on to explain how her grandchildren sent her on the errand to get some items for their parent’s (Annette’s children) valentine surprise party at Grandma’s House.

Ground beef with spices
Ground beef with spices

I asked about her husband, Jim, and she said, he went to get a drink because he was thirsty. Jim came back with a cup of coke from Subway and gave it to Annette. Annette turned to me and said, “You can have a drink, it is diet coke, although, I know you like regular.” I took a sip and returned her cup in her cart, and said goodbye. But it was not good bye yet.

We parted but reunited at another isle. I stopped by the pasta and I picked up a box of lasagna. One box said, “Oven Ready Lasagna,” and I was interested in knowing more about that. Then, I asked Annette for help. I told her that I will like to make my own “Bukola Style Lasagna.” She was really helpful, she helped me with the three different kinds of cheese that goes on it and asked if I had dried basil and oregano. According to her, the basil is not as important as the oregano, because, “The oregano is what gives it the Italian taste.” I said to her, “I have basil and oregano at home, but I will like to add other spices like knorr cube and even hebanero pepper.” She said, “You can add whatever you like but you need meat in it and the spaghetti sauce.”  She read the directions behind the box and we found that “Oven Ready Lasagna” means that it does not need to be pre-boiled before layering. I was excited because, the boiling part, for in-explainable reasons, has been my bone of contention. I just was not really keen for doing that first.

Afterwards, I went to Cub Foods to buy ground beef and two jars of Rago spaghetti sauce. I thought to myself, “After

Ragu spagetti sauce
Ragu spagetti sauce

classes’ tomorrow afternoon, I will come home to satisfy my soul by cooking this lasagna to eat.” When I got home to cook as I had thought yesterday, I found that I had run out of dried basil and oregano. I ran back to Cub Foods to get them because I really wanted the taste I had kept on my taste buds for a long time to come back in my mouth.

While cooking the sauce and the meat, I tasted it and that taste came right back. I mixed up all the content and spices as directed on the lasagna box and after about seventy minutes, my lasagna was ready to be served. I served Samuel, but he did not want it. However, I really enjoyed my lasagna. I am glad that I took the bold step to try a food that I had craved for a very long time by cooking it myself for the first time. I hope that you can do the same.

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Get a copy of the international best selling book by Bukola Oriola, A Living Label: An Inspirational Memoir and Guide.   Book Description: A Living Label is a memoir that documents some of the struggles and triumphs of the author as a survivor of labor trafficking and domestic violence in the U.S. Bukola Oriola’s goal is to inspire hope in other survivors that they can turn their lives around positively, regardless of what difficulty they might have passed through. She also provides practical solutions to the government, service providers, NGOs, and the general public on how to effectively engage with survivors, to value them as the subject matter experts they are. As someone who has dedicated her life to empowering other survivors, she has decided to contribute the proceeds from the book sales to survivors’ education or their businesses, starting with 100 survivors in the United States, Nigeria and Kenya. She believes that survivors want to be independent and contribute to their communities, and she wants to help survivors achieve this dream. Learn more from the inspiring author, Book Bukola now!
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