Career, Imposter syndrome, Lessons, motivation, Success, Uncategorized, Working mom

Can you own your success?

Sometime last year I graduated from our company's in-house leadership programme. Each graduate was asked to provide a citation of their achievements during the two year program and their career goals going forward. I had some really good achievements of projects I had led successfully. My problem was writing about it and having it read… Continue reading Can you own your success?

Fear, Motherhood, Social media, Working mom

If i wasn’t afraid…

This past week i was in a workshop in Dubai organised by the Facebook Middle East and Africa office. I learnt in two days what would have taken me months but that's not the purpose of today's post. On the walls at the offices, there are different posters that speak to some of Facebook's beliefs… Continue reading If i wasn’t afraid…

Career, Motherhood, motivation, Working mom

Fit your own mask first….

Pre flight, aviation operators always announce that in case of emergency, you should fit your own oxygen masks first before assisting children or anyone else who might need help. You know why? Because without your own mask fitted, you cannot assist anyone else. As a mother it comes naturally for me to put the needs… Continue reading Fit your own mask first….

motivation, New Year

Meet Rudo- Being authentically herself

As part of the re-invention of this blog i am going to do a series on various 'mums in stilettos' from different parts of the world and how they are managing to keep all their balls in the air. This week I will feature a mom based in Brisbane Australia. Unlike our part of the… Continue reading Meet Rudo- Being authentically herself

Uncategorized

Outside my comfort zone

Tomorrow 5th of July marks exactly a year since I accepted a work assignment that saw my family and I leaving our country of birth Zimbabwe and settling in Nairobi Kenya. Initially I thought this would be easy. I told myself I was still with the same organization, I was still in Africa, English was still… Continue reading Outside my comfort zone