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What Inspires You?

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Hello beautiful people. So, the 'What Inspire You' series has officially rounded off. But here's mine...lol.

Hi! My name is Oluwatobiloba Ojenike. I'm in my second year in Uni and I'm studying International Relations. Basically, I love to present and host shows, I also take interest in writing and travelling. I am a multi-faceted entrepreneur; from bead making to fashion designing and even event planning and management. I am not really fashion inclined, I just wear what I feel comfortable in And I hate following trends. So here is the list of the people or persons that inspire me:
-God, the ultimate creator and inspiration.
-My parents, especially my Mum who remind me constantly that there is no boundary or limit to what I can achieve in life.
-Mr Dola Bamgboye, my mentor and life coach. I learnt the SWOT method from him in 2009....
-Omotola Slasha of Koga TV, who tells me over and over again that I can achieve whatever it is I have in mind.
-Praise Adejo, he doesn't know this but he inspires me a whole lot.
-Mrs Olubukola Ladoja, she's a mother and a mentor in every way.
-McGeorge Obika, who keeps pushing me to dare my greatest dreams and aspirations
-My brother, Oluwadamilola Ojenike, who is a constant reminder of what 'sibling-bond' can achieve.
-Lonii Oke, who keeps telling me to 'Keep Calm and watch my dreams come true.

That's all, basically. Other things that inspires me and keep me moving are my past achievements (WWTBAM and Read To Lead Africa Reality TV Show) and the need to make my parents, siblings and generation proud.

Thank you guys so much for reading the 'What Inspires You' series. Please feel free to post a comment.
God bless x
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