Remembering the unforgettable and being unforgettable

The VC congratulates me at Henley Business School's Graduation Ceremony on Friday, 18th October

The VC congratulates me at Henley Business School’s Graduation Ceremony on Friday, 18th October

Photo Credit: Ede & Ravenscroft Photography, Cambridge, UK

I almost forgot about 3 years of my life. I hardly remembered my fierce determination and obvious persistence. In the past year since completing my 3-year MBA (Master of Business Administration), I’ve faced small and medium challenges like starting a new job in a new company, finding my place in a new group, rekindling old friendships and making new ones. I was often worried about how I would cope or if I would survive. Indeed, I had almost forgotten what I could achieve if I set my mind to it.

It was last Friday, 18th October when I attend my MBA graduation ceremony that it hit me unexpectedly as I saw my classmates, many of which became friends of mine. They will be unforgettable because they taught me more than business.

I don’t know where strength came from. It often felt like there was a pipe pumping energy into my veins at high speed. I had low points when I thought I couldn’t continue, that the demands I had of myself were too high. But I was unable to accept that state for long. Looking back, I’m grateful for those low points as they helped me refuel. I’ve learnt to appreciate the stillness instead of panicking in the silence. I’ve learnt over time not to forget to be kind to myself in the excitement – to remain unforgettable in the process. Even as I shake the hand of the Vice Chancellor, I don’t think I fully got it. Hopefully someday, I will.

Rock-a-cry baby

Things haven’t been moving along as quickly as I’d hoped. This includes but is not limited to my research. If I’ve learned anything in the past 3 months, it’s that I’m very impatient. I expect immediate results when I put in effort – but alas, it just takes ages. I’ve literally been slugging it out, and resisting the urge to run wild into the forest. I’d live on rabbits and bees. It was a close call, my friends.

My excuse for not blogging is shear exhaustion, mental exhaustion to be specific. I didn’t want to turn up here to whine so I saved you all the hassle by shutting my trap. But it’s open now despite all my efforts; I just couldn’t stay away. Don’t worry. I’m not going to be a cry baby. And besides, things are looking up. I didn’t get as much done over the summer as I’d have liked but I’m almost there now. In fact, I should send off a final draft of my research work next week (touch wood as the Scots say or finger crossed for the rest of us!). Writing 20,000 words has sucked the juice out of my brain and put some juice into my fingers, which now feel tired, numb and heavy. Ok, I’m a cry baby…. But the end is near.

I’ve got lots to tell you but I have to wait for the end. Woe is the impatient one. My gag is back on until the next time.


Looking for Patience – Research Woes

I didn’t expect it to be easy. But I certainly didn’t expect it to be blood-sucking and mind-draining. Have you ever tried to conduct a survey on your own? You may understand me then.

As part of the work for my MBA research, I’m conducting a 3-minute survey aimed at business-to-business marketers who have led social media programs in their organisations. Sounds straightforward, right? Well, it turns out these are very very busy folks and I can’t get 50 of them to answer my survey. Last I checked (2 minutes ago), 10 responses have been submitted, many of which I personally sent the link to. Advertising on Facebook and LinkedIn hasn’t generated many responses. It’s testing my patience…the little I have of it.


I started to think of all the surveys people asked me to fill and I ignored (forgive me for I was ignorant). I’m offering a copy of the results and it doesn’t seem to be attractive enough – actually, I don’t think people are reading that far into my message.

Perhaps I need to stalk my target audience. “Watch” them on LinkedIn to see their coming and going.

The survey is just 3 minutes long after all. How long is 3 minutes or have I missed something?


I’m making light of this but I’m quite frustrated. I don’t do being ignored very well and the number of “nos” and complete silences (worse) are unbearable. Sigh!


Alas, I need to persevere. There are a couple of other options that I could explore as far as the survey goes but I’ll give it till next week and see if patience pays off. I may even give it two weeks if I really want to stretch myself (unlikely).


I’m looking forward to the end – that’s what motivates me. I want to see it to. the. end. And get reasonable and fresh insight on the subject I’m researching. You can read more about my research at


The end will be bliss. I’ll drink to that.





Weekly Photo Challenge: CREATE

I’m trying to create meaning out of the several interviews I’ve done for my MBA research. It’s on my study room wall just now – trying to group similar themes and see trends. If that doesn’t challenge my creativity, I don’t know what will…


Some excuses for being a bore

I realise that many folks showing up on this blog probably think I’m boring. This is fair comment as I’ve done little more than participate in the weekly photo challenges over the past month or so. The thing is: I’m SWAMPED.

For the first time in my life, I have admitted that I’ve set too many wheels in motion all that once. It wasn’t on purpose, I swear to you. My dissertation was inevitable, work challenges are to some degree inevitable and life is (I hope) inevitable. I’m not able to delve into the details but the personal journey I’m on is exciting and exasperating. It could make my heart stop and race at the same time.

My dissertation is very interesting as I go deeper. It has allowed me to find a new love – research. I never thought I had the patience but alas, not knowing what I’ll uncover energises me.

So things are happening but obviously not on my blog. Please be patient with me as I go through these times. I promise to tell you all about it when the time is right.

Much love,

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