My eyes are red as they starts to flood.
Yet my heart feels like a summers day.
The joy in me right now is so overwhelming.
Let me tell you a story why impossible is nothing.
This is not a testimony, I'm just reminiscing on the 20 years my heart has beat.
Maybe the fact I had no Dad to wrap me up at night contributed to the fact I could not speak my mother tongue till aged 4.
Maybe he contributed to me getting kicked out of nursery for choke-slamming a victim.
No, my mum taught me knowledge is power + I have the power to control my mind.
Well maybe not, something did overcome me that day I decided to grace my secondary school roof; protesting over my sexy stolen motorola.
The same way I deserved to wake up behind bars for those never ending few hours.
I'll never make a brother or sister cry anything but tears of joy again.
However, I was not to blame another day when a brother decided to load a 9mm at my forehead.
Would you believe my efficiency would turn me into an effective & honourable Manager.
You will remember the names of Lola Ebony, Cheikh & MOtiVe + any other person who comes under my wing with such ease.
I thank God for the joy he has placed around me.
The notes my loved ones orchestrate is such a beautiful melody.
I'm finally living the Branded lifestyle, three segments; purpose, stand-up & divine.
I'm smiling with a summers shower still rolling down my cheeks because like I said before...
This is just a story which shows you impossible is nothing!!!
Thursday 15 December 2011
Monday 3 October 2011
State Of Mind: HOMELESS (Poem dedicated to a brother I saw last night)
I need to buy some chicken wings & chips + a drink, can you spare me some change?
I'm only asking you for £3.50 is that going to shatter your bank account?
Ok I may be a tad cheeky but does it matter?
Even if I speak to you with the politest tongue your still going to lift your nose like I smell gone off
I'm talking about that stench that will make flys tap out.
"he's just going to use that money for drugs"...
Don't gimme that, from when I don't have money for shelter or chicken wings what's my business with crack?
To be honest your face looks cracked but so is my heart when I think about the hearts of men.
I'd be high off just a smile or someone stopping to actually talk to me.
Ok, let me try again. This time I'm going to be less cheeky.
I have not eaten for days, can you spare me some change please mate?
Let's be real, your not really my MATE are you?
5/10 people will kindly tell me NO in a tone which resembles saying f off.
4/10 people will turn semi-deaf & turn them invisible headphones to full blast.
Ok so you can't hear me.
I thank God 1/10 people can hear the pits of my heart in agony.
I've gone from being somebody chilling in a penthouse to my ass residing in a wet cardboard box on a good night.
Surely this can't be life? Was I born to suffer?
No I was born to own a company which will surpass the capacity of Waterloo station.
All I gotta do is keep pushing,
My dreams will become reality.
I'm only in this position for the short-term.
The night of drunken sailors using me as a white bowl is virtually over...
The day is now young and a brother comes up to me.
Can you spare me some change please?
His eyes look defeated, that train carriage of humiliation from when he last said that statement has still got him on the verge of tears.
I give him over £25million in three different aspects.
1 a job to pay for more than chicken wings, chips & a drink.
2 a Knightsbridge penthouse to lay his head at night.
3 a priceless hug to show I love my brother like I love myself.
All I did was give him some change...
Would hate for my nightmare to become reality; wouldn't you hate to find yourself in that position?
I'm only asking you for £3.50 is that going to shatter your bank account?
Ok I may be a tad cheeky but does it matter?
Even if I speak to you with the politest tongue your still going to lift your nose like I smell gone off
I'm talking about that stench that will make flys tap out.
"he's just going to use that money for drugs"...
Don't gimme that, from when I don't have money for shelter or chicken wings what's my business with crack?
To be honest your face looks cracked but so is my heart when I think about the hearts of men.
I'd be high off just a smile or someone stopping to actually talk to me.
Ok, let me try again. This time I'm going to be less cheeky.
I have not eaten for days, can you spare me some change please mate?
Let's be real, your not really my MATE are you?
5/10 people will kindly tell me NO in a tone which resembles saying f off.
4/10 people will turn semi-deaf & turn them invisible headphones to full blast.
Ok so you can't hear me.
I thank God 1/10 people can hear the pits of my heart in agony.
I've gone from being somebody chilling in a penthouse to my ass residing in a wet cardboard box on a good night.
Surely this can't be life? Was I born to suffer?
No I was born to own a company which will surpass the capacity of Waterloo station.
All I gotta do is keep pushing,
My dreams will become reality.
I'm only in this position for the short-term.
The night of drunken sailors using me as a white bowl is virtually over...
The day is now young and a brother comes up to me.
Can you spare me some change please?
His eyes look defeated, that train carriage of humiliation from when he last said that statement has still got him on the verge of tears.
I give him over £25million in three different aspects.
1 a job to pay for more than chicken wings, chips & a drink.
2 a Knightsbridge penthouse to lay his head at night.
3 a priceless hug to show I love my brother like I love myself.
All I did was give him some change...
Would hate for my nightmare to become reality; wouldn't you hate to find yourself in that position?
Thursday 11 August 2011
What is SUCCESS?
It's the feeling you get from winning a race.
What if I'm running a race that never seems to end?
I'm a BOLT of this world.
Who said I'm ready to run this marathon?
My mind & body is not ready for this pain.
I can see my heart playing that beat frantically inside me.
I'm hearing 5 different mother tongues; all shouting loud over each other in my head.
What if I can somehow switch off my mind & body?
That way I'll have to depend on my spirit.
With my spirit in control, I can now clearly see the finish line.
It does not matter what shape my body is in...
I won't get knighted for sleeping in a gym.
I can gain countless PHD's in Oxford & still find myself working for minimum wage.
Success is written in our SPIRITS!
Not something that can be controlled.
It will come to you God willing & when it feels like the time is right.
What if I'm running a race that never seems to end?
I'm a BOLT of this world.
Who said I'm ready to run this marathon?
My mind & body is not ready for this pain.
I can see my heart playing that beat frantically inside me.
I'm hearing 5 different mother tongues; all shouting loud over each other in my head.
What if I can somehow switch off my mind & body?
That way I'll have to depend on my spirit.
With my spirit in control, I can now clearly see the finish line.
It does not matter what shape my body is in...
I won't get knighted for sleeping in a gym.
I can gain countless PHD's in Oxford & still find myself working for minimum wage.
Success is written in our SPIRITS!
Not something that can be controlled.
It will come to you God willing & when it feels like the time is right.
Tuesday 9 August 2011
There is a reason my middle name is LUTHER... Can you explain London any better atm
"When you cut facilities, slash jobs, abuse power, discriminate, drive people into deeper poverty and shoot people dead whilst refusing to provide answers or justice, the people will rise up and express their anger and frustration if you refuse to hear their cries. A riot is the language of the unheard." - Martin Luther King
What makes a women...
What makes a women...
Is it the way she catwalks those shoes?
Is it the way the content in her bag is a supermarket?
Is it the way she takes an hour to pick 1 dress?
Is it the way her clothes hugs her body?
Is it the way she performs in your bed?
Nooooo!!!!
It's the way she smiles,
It's the way she respects her man.
It's the way she graces the pavement,
It's the way she speaks in her mother tongue.
It's the way she is SIMPLY a beautiful women.
The END ;)
8th April 2011
Is it the way she catwalks those shoes?
Is it the way the content in her bag is a supermarket?
Is it the way she takes an hour to pick 1 dress?
Is it the way her clothes hugs her body?
Is it the way she performs in your bed?
Nooooo!!!!
It's the way she smiles,
It's the way she respects her man.
It's the way she graces the pavement,
It's the way she speaks in her mother tongue.
It's the way she is SIMPLY a beautiful women.
The END ;)
8th April 2011
My mind doesn't switch off...
My mind doesn't switch off, is that a good/bad thing?
It's good that success is all I seek, but isn't it bad if in return you only see stress in me.
It's good that I got a bb bold & iPhone 4, but isn't it bad if no £ to pay my contracts.
It's good that I'm happy, but isn't it bad if no joy.
It's good that God gave me freewill, but isn't it bad without him I'm a sinner.
It's good that I want to write a book but isn't it bad loads of trees are going to be missing.
It's good that I'm tired but isn't it bad I got work in the am.
It's good that I wrote this but isn't it bad I won't finish it.
2nd May 2011
It's good that success is all I seek, but isn't it bad if in return you only see stress in me.
It's good that I got a bb bold & iPhone 4, but isn't it bad if no £ to pay my contracts.
It's good that I'm happy, but isn't it bad if no joy.
It's good that God gave me freewill, but isn't it bad without him I'm a sinner.
It's good that I want to write a book but isn't it bad loads of trees are going to be missing.
It's good that I'm tired but isn't it bad I got work in the am.
It's good that I wrote this but isn't it bad I won't finish it.
2nd May 2011
A greed we all subconsciously obtain off our dreams & aspirations
What we have a jumper on our backs ain't enough. We want a new designer 1.
The fact we have a parent/guardian who knows their way around our kitchen ain't enough. We want to eat junk on the go.
The fact we have a fully operating phone handset ain't enough. We want the latest iphones & blackberries.
The fact we have people who show us REAL love ain't enough. We want more followers n friends on twitter & fb.
The fact we have a radiator that keeps us warm ain't enough. We want to catch a cold outside in the early hours of the morning.
The fact we are breathing air isn't enough. We want to seek death as things ain't going in accordance to OUR plans.
The fact I wrote this poem ain't enough. I'm probably gonna fall into this same trap; in 1 way or another.
The fact we have a parent/guardian who knows their way around our kitchen ain't enough. We want to eat junk on the go.
The fact we have a fully operating phone handset ain't enough. We want the latest iphones & blackberries.
The fact we have people who show us REAL love ain't enough. We want more followers n friends on twitter & fb.
The fact we have a radiator that keeps us warm ain't enough. We want to catch a cold outside in the early hours of the morning.
The fact we are breathing air isn't enough. We want to seek death as things ain't going in accordance to OUR plans.
The fact I wrote this poem ain't enough. I'm probably gonna fall into this same trap; in 1 way or another.
Branded Testimony
4.47pm on a bus to meet Michael (Sunday 13 June 2010). 4.17pm I called Lesley to say I had just been given the money to start Branded.
I gave £2 tide offering to church, pastor Fred asked me about how my little perfume business was going. I told him I had finished selling all the ones I had and that I was going to start a t-shirt business. He told me it's good I start with something small then steadily expand and go bigger. God will help me.
It's Joanna's bday so we go chinese, Mariayo was hungry hence why she got Seun to ask Uncle Ayo & Pastor to take us Chinese. Joanna reminds Uncle Ayo that he has to drop her home. I as a joke say me too. He brushes it off then when he was leaving tells me to get in the car :O. After dropping Joanna home, it's just me and him in his car. All day and for the past month or two something has been bugging me to ask for money to help me start Branded but was scared/way to shy to ask anyone for that sort of money. At the end by da petrol station in Peckham, I finally ask him and he agrees.
Glory be 2 God
I gave £2 tide offering to church, pastor Fred asked me about how my little perfume business was going. I told him I had finished selling all the ones I had and that I was going to start a t-shirt business. He told me it's good I start with something small then steadily expand and go bigger. God will help me.
It's Joanna's bday so we go chinese, Mariayo was hungry hence why she got Seun to ask Uncle Ayo & Pastor to take us Chinese. Joanna reminds Uncle Ayo that he has to drop her home. I as a joke say me too. He brushes it off then when he was leaving tells me to get in the car :O. After dropping Joanna home, it's just me and him in his car. All day and for the past month or two something has been bugging me to ask for money to help me start Branded but was scared/way to shy to ask anyone for that sort of money. At the end by da petrol station in Peckham, I finally ask him and he agrees.
Glory be 2 God
Monday 8 August 2011
London's in tears :'(
Bang, a shot which took one man's life & effectively over 10 million in damages. This is not just about what happened on Thursday night; this is a long running war which shows no sign of coming to a halt.
For whatever ungodly reason, a police officer took it upon himself to kill another human being at point blank range. No love, no heart just the stone which beats inside that persons body. I don't know all the facts; I'm just expressing what I have a feeling took place that cold night. Gang member or not, he was a living human being like me & you. Did he deserve to be murdered? No!
Can you imagine the pain that comes with losing a loved one in such a manner? Two days latter, his family after not even being shown common decency by the authorities; went on a PEACEFUL march. I'm sure to their absolute horror Saturday turned ugly very quickly. Very reminiscent to scenes from the student loan marches not so long ago; certain individuals took it upon themselves to create a war zone. His family were not even allowed to express their love for him without all sorts thrown in the air & police armed with bats + big shields.
I went to sleep while the smoke lingered around the city of London. I woke up Sunday to over 20 bb broadcasts regarding what took place on Thursday & Saturday. To my amazement a riot which started in Tottenham somehow lead to Wood Green. Like come on I know they are near but that near? It was at this point I started to question how far this could potentially go.
I wish I was living the life on holiday while my nation goes up in flames. No I lied such a senseless act could never be in my mindset. So why it takes the prime minister three days to see basically civil war plus people beginning to question his leadership before realising oh yes I should maybe go back to London & face up to my responsibilities. The actions of a clueless man who has the audacity to call himself prime minister. I say prime goat if you ask me.
Looting. A term I only know because of GRAND THEFT AUTO. In my wildest dreams I could never imagine I would witness it with my own two eyes in LONDON for goodness sake. To my disgust I saw the disturbing images of JD & T-Mobile in Wood Green completely raided. I get a strong sense many fools witnessed these same images as well. Where I saw this as a very disturbing scene; they saw it as a landmark & benchmark for what terror they decided to create.
Let the domino effect begin. Next thing we know, the tears of London spread like wildfire. Brixton was the next stop taking with it footlocker. People took it upon themselves to not only break in, STEAL trainers then set the building on fire. Along with the flames they took how many peoples jobs? Scenes developing in Enfield, police are running around like headless chicken. Never guess what happened? It's spread yet again. More trouble unfolding & this is only day two. Just before I close my eyes I thank God it's not in south London near my house.
Greeted Monday morning by news reporters on BBC & Sky News I see the damaged caused so far over the weekend. Twitter/fb/bbm all social formats are doing over time. Everyone is talking about what's going on. Then day three decided to take things up more than a few notches. Before we know it; you can smell the same aroma of pain & smoke in Stratford, Hackney, Peckham, Lewisham, Croyden, Catford, Deptford, Woolwich, Clapham Junction + how many more I don't know about yet.
Once I saw A Dot tweeting about the war zone hitting Peckham (round the corner from my house); I decided to go & see the action for myself. My mum drove me, my little brother & sister into Peckham to see what was cooking. At first glance everything appeared blessed. There was something about the silence which told me nah trouble is in the air. My mum drove past McD's in Peckham; hang on what are all these people doing on bikes/hanging around in the distance closer to Primark rocking hoodies & faces covered. We are now by Primark; mum clocks this is steep & decides it's that time to keep it moving as we can see 5 police vans parked up where the JD & T-Mobile are located. Smack! My mouth is left hanging, someone threw a brick over my mums car and at Primark. People ain't playing around; we are gone in a flash, I look behind & tear gas is in the air + everyone screaming. I get home switch on the TV & see one of the shops I pasted is now on fire. Is this life?
London's people are in tears. This is not life. People are releasing their frustration in an appalling manner. I totally understand the anger certain individuals are feeling but seeking revenge like this is not the answer. I have been brought up with the belief success is the best way of revenge. Stealing/looting is not success it's quick easy way to put yourself behind bars for a while. I looked into the police officers eyes today; they are deflated & tired guys struggling just like everyone else. Many small businesses are going to struggle to get to their footing any time soon; after all the damage that has been caused. Did they deserve it? No! Imagine your blood, sweat & tears went into a shop for it to get LOOTED by lazy jackasses.
We live in a city where everyone is complaining there is not enough jobs; by setting job centres & leading shops on fire how do we expect to solve this major issue? I pray this is the end. I honestly can not stand another day seeing this beautiful city self-destruct itself; is so painful to watch.
London's in tears... God please come & wipe the pain & flames away
For whatever ungodly reason, a police officer took it upon himself to kill another human being at point blank range. No love, no heart just the stone which beats inside that persons body. I don't know all the facts; I'm just expressing what I have a feeling took place that cold night. Gang member or not, he was a living human being like me & you. Did he deserve to be murdered? No!
Can you imagine the pain that comes with losing a loved one in such a manner? Two days latter, his family after not even being shown common decency by the authorities; went on a PEACEFUL march. I'm sure to their absolute horror Saturday turned ugly very quickly. Very reminiscent to scenes from the student loan marches not so long ago; certain individuals took it upon themselves to create a war zone. His family were not even allowed to express their love for him without all sorts thrown in the air & police armed with bats + big shields.
I went to sleep while the smoke lingered around the city of London. I woke up Sunday to over 20 bb broadcasts regarding what took place on Thursday & Saturday. To my amazement a riot which started in Tottenham somehow lead to Wood Green. Like come on I know they are near but that near? It was at this point I started to question how far this could potentially go.
I wish I was living the life on holiday while my nation goes up in flames. No I lied such a senseless act could never be in my mindset. So why it takes the prime minister three days to see basically civil war plus people beginning to question his leadership before realising oh yes I should maybe go back to London & face up to my responsibilities. The actions of a clueless man who has the audacity to call himself prime minister. I say prime goat if you ask me.
Looting. A term I only know because of GRAND THEFT AUTO. In my wildest dreams I could never imagine I would witness it with my own two eyes in LONDON for goodness sake. To my disgust I saw the disturbing images of JD & T-Mobile in Wood Green completely raided. I get a strong sense many fools witnessed these same images as well. Where I saw this as a very disturbing scene; they saw it as a landmark & benchmark for what terror they decided to create.
Let the domino effect begin. Next thing we know, the tears of London spread like wildfire. Brixton was the next stop taking with it footlocker. People took it upon themselves to not only break in, STEAL trainers then set the building on fire. Along with the flames they took how many peoples jobs? Scenes developing in Enfield, police are running around like headless chicken. Never guess what happened? It's spread yet again. More trouble unfolding & this is only day two. Just before I close my eyes I thank God it's not in south London near my house.
Greeted Monday morning by news reporters on BBC & Sky News I see the damaged caused so far over the weekend. Twitter/fb/bbm all social formats are doing over time. Everyone is talking about what's going on. Then day three decided to take things up more than a few notches. Before we know it; you can smell the same aroma of pain & smoke in Stratford, Hackney, Peckham, Lewisham, Croyden, Catford, Deptford, Woolwich, Clapham Junction + how many more I don't know about yet.
Once I saw A Dot tweeting about the war zone hitting Peckham (round the corner from my house); I decided to go & see the action for myself. My mum drove me, my little brother & sister into Peckham to see what was cooking. At first glance everything appeared blessed. There was something about the silence which told me nah trouble is in the air. My mum drove past McD's in Peckham; hang on what are all these people doing on bikes/hanging around in the distance closer to Primark rocking hoodies & faces covered. We are now by Primark; mum clocks this is steep & decides it's that time to keep it moving as we can see 5 police vans parked up where the JD & T-Mobile are located. Smack! My mouth is left hanging, someone threw a brick over my mums car and at Primark. People ain't playing around; we are gone in a flash, I look behind & tear gas is in the air + everyone screaming. I get home switch on the TV & see one of the shops I pasted is now on fire. Is this life?
London's people are in tears. This is not life. People are releasing their frustration in an appalling manner. I totally understand the anger certain individuals are feeling but seeking revenge like this is not the answer. I have been brought up with the belief success is the best way of revenge. Stealing/looting is not success it's quick easy way to put yourself behind bars for a while. I looked into the police officers eyes today; they are deflated & tired guys struggling just like everyone else. Many small businesses are going to struggle to get to their footing any time soon; after all the damage that has been caused. Did they deserve it? No! Imagine your blood, sweat & tears went into a shop for it to get LOOTED by lazy jackasses.
We live in a city where everyone is complaining there is not enough jobs; by setting job centres & leading shops on fire how do we expect to solve this major issue? I pray this is the end. I honestly can not stand another day seeing this beautiful city self-destruct itself; is so painful to watch.
London's in tears... God please come & wipe the pain & flames away
Thursday 19 May 2011
Let Me Introduce Myself...
My name is Nicole Bristol-Robinson I’m 19 years old, born on January 13th 1992, and grew up in South London, Brixton. I was born in London, but my background is from Jamaica and St.Vincent which if I do say so myself are very beautiful Islands in the Caribbean. I am the newest member of the Branded team and will be working in PR and will most definitely bring some great creativity, new ideas and show people that everyone has a purpose in life. Apart from my random antics and bubbly personality, there is a depth to me which allows me to have a profound understanding and appreciation for life. My childhood was an ongoing battle, having to deal with parents who both had major issues. My mum was a drug addict, and my dad battled with severe depression which caused him to not be around for most of my life, so I was in a single parent home. This family situation really affected me deeply, I felt alone, caged and trapped! And did not feel as though I belonged on this earth or there was any way out of this pessimistic life. All I saw was black; I did not see a future, or a purpose.
The only thing I had to do was be strong for my mum, but there was no one around to be strong for me because nobody knew what I was going through. I was emotionally neglected, and at the age of just 13 there was a lot to deal with. I was forced to live this double life and not say a word about my mum’s issues and my own. I blamed myself for my mum being addicted to cocaine and often felt like she loved it more than me. These thoughts spiralled out of control, and eventually I fell into depression. It was like her actions and my heart intertwined. Every time she abused herself with these drugs, just broke my heart into a million pieces, to be honest, NO words can come close to the pain I felt inside. I did not know who I was anymore, I started isolating myself from friends who cared, I hated myself, I had suicidal thoughts, I lost confidence and motivation and stopped going to school. I was in a very dark place until a good friend of mine invited me to church.
I was quite a sceptic about religion and church because everyone called their self a Christian, but did not actually act as one, and I often thought if there really is a god, then why is he allowing me to go through this much pain at such a young age. However I still went, and it was the revelation of my life. This boy approached me who I had never met in my life, and said he gets visions from God. Now me being the person I was, I literally just laughed at him, and thought what kind of church is this? I was just feeling really weird and out of my comfort zone, I had heard a lot about witch craft from my friends mum while watching them Naija Films on OBE. I did not believe anything, until he literally told me every detail of my life, even up to my mum’s drug problem. He said to me “I know your troubles, I know you feel alone, however you are not alone, God has seen everything and one day it will all make sense. You DO have a purpose on this earth, and do NOT give up your faith or hope in God or yourself, because you have to go through the storm to see the light”. From when I heard the words “Purpose, Hope and Faith”, I knew that I did have a purpose on this earth, and just because my parents may have chosen their paths, does not mean my future has to suffer, and my mind was set free, from all the years I blamed myself for my mum’s drug problems, the guilt was gone.
I began to really become someone again, and not just someone who took each day as it comes, and was not looking to the future, but I saw beyond my troubles, beyond my mum’s issues and beyond the present, and I lived for my future. I focused on my education, and with just 39% attendance in my last year of secondary school I passed all 10 GCSE’s, and I also began to focus on my creative side. I was always good at English; the fact you could write something fictional and almost escape into that story is what drew me into writing. I began to write poetry, which over the years has developed, and this was literally my escape from reality, and being able to express myself with just a pen and paper revealed myself to me. I saw that these emotions and troubles I was dealing with could help someone else, and slowly my purpose came to light.
Overall my life has been an up and down rollercoaster, and surprisingly even though the negatives still exist, I focus on the positives. It is sad what I have been through, however my experience can help other people in my situation, and that is what my main aim in life is, to give young people hope and acknowledge their worth. My poems reflect me as a person, and also can have the power to help someone to look beneath the surface, and look within. I know many people have had a worse life than me, but I do believe I have the power to help create change in their life. I no longer get consumed in what my life is like today, because I have to live for tomorrow, and its how you view yourself and life itself which constructs your purpose, and now I’m ready for any challenge, because I know with self belief, faith and perseverance I will overcome.
LoveLiveLife...
Nicole
Sunday 6 February 2011
Day 1 : Welcome to my world
25TH March 1991 is the day Mr. Branded (Seyi Luther Awotunde) was born into this world at Guys Hospital. As I look up onto the heavens, I have to glorify the almighty God for continuing to show grace upon my life & blessing me as much as he has. Before I even start talking about me & Branded, I just want to say a big thank you to my mum; who has on her own raised me into the young man I am today. You have been my mum & dad in 1. Your love,discipline & care has refined me into the polished dime I stand today.
First of all I see my purpose on this Earth to be classified as a success and make sure I’m able to help many people from a financial/ guidance perspective. Everyone who knows me would probably call me crazy/mad; I prefer to say very passionate. Without trying to sound cocky I got to say I have got a smile that would make you feel good about yourself & a fashion style to die for. Music plays a big part in my life, there are not many nights I do not have headphones in my ears. Aside from Branded my Authentique Enterprise consists of; group piano lessons & 1-2-1 sessions that I teach (Seyi’s Black & White Keys), a street dance lesson (Dance.Move.Joy/D.M.J), a modelling agency (Stagemode Models) & I DJ. Furthermore, I would summarise my career aspirations as wanting to be a well-known Architect/business man. My curious approach pluseye for a deal is sure to lead me into involvements with many businesses.
My cousin Michael came up with the name for my clothing line (Branded). I remember that day like it was yesterday and will forever be grateful to him for thinking of that wonderful name. This company has been in the making for over four years. I designed my 1st t-shirt (the “What Would London Be without Me?” one from my ‘Purpose’ collection) years ago. Due to the financial recession that occurred I have not been in a position until now to bring out Branded t-shirts. It was recently I decided to have three different collections within the clothing line; the three ranges are clear examples of how my brain works. The ‘Purpose’ collection is all about sending out a positive message. I feel the world we live in does not have enough characters that send out this sort of message. Making people smile and laugh is the reason behind the ‘Stand-Up’ collection. I’m not a fan of the comedy style t-shirts I see around today hence why I have decided to show you guys how it is done. Last but not least is the ‘Divine’ collection that is based on expressing my love for the creator of all living things (God). Being that I’m a believer of the most high I see it as only the norm to show him the love he deserves.
My aims of this business include the following; surviving, opening up my own ‘Branded’ store, my products being distributed in leading clothing companies (around England) to maximise profits & create customer awareness. Without a shadow of a doubt in my mind, my initial target (aim) is to survive the first year of my business being established. It is a well known fact many businesses do not successful make the year due to many reasons. One of those reasons is due to a lack of research into expenses their business shall face; hence why I have examined carefully the financial side to my firm.
Finally I just want to say, if you have a dream. Make sure you achieve it. I have learned as I have grown that time waits for no one; so use it wisely. This is our time to leave a mark in this world; I am making my mark, make yours today not tomorrow. I hope you enjoyed reading this little insight into me and Branded. Now for you to buy items from my clothing line, fingers crossed you feel my designs and want to support this movement. You buying one or more of my product tells me I’m doing the right thing & will encourage me to design new and garments.
Thank you so much, stay blessed guys.
Mr. Branded
First of all I see my purpose on this Earth to be classified as a success and make sure I’m able to help many people from a financial/ guidance perspective. Everyone who knows me would probably call me crazy/mad; I prefer to say very passionate. Without trying to sound cocky I got to say I have got a smile that would make you feel good about yourself & a fashion style to die for. Music plays a big part in my life, there are not many nights I do not have headphones in my ears. Aside from Branded my Authentique Enterprise consists of; group piano lessons & 1-2-1 sessions that I teach (Seyi’s Black & White Keys), a street dance lesson (Dance.Move.Joy/D.M.J), a modelling agency (Stagemode Models) & I DJ. Furthermore, I would summarise my career aspirations as wanting to be a well-known Architect/business man. My curious approach pluseye for a deal is sure to lead me into involvements with many businesses.
My cousin Michael came up with the name for my clothing line (Branded). I remember that day like it was yesterday and will forever be grateful to him for thinking of that wonderful name. This company has been in the making for over four years. I designed my 1st t-shirt (the “What Would London Be without Me?” one from my ‘Purpose’ collection) years ago. Due to the financial recession that occurred I have not been in a position until now to bring out Branded t-shirts. It was recently I decided to have three different collections within the clothing line; the three ranges are clear examples of how my brain works. The ‘Purpose’ collection is all about sending out a positive message. I feel the world we live in does not have enough characters that send out this sort of message. Making people smile and laugh is the reason behind the ‘Stand-Up’ collection. I’m not a fan of the comedy style t-shirts I see around today hence why I have decided to show you guys how it is done. Last but not least is the ‘Divine’ collection that is based on expressing my love for the creator of all living things (God). Being that I’m a believer of the most high I see it as only the norm to show him the love he deserves.
My aims of this business include the following; surviving, opening up my own ‘Branded’ store, my products being distributed in leading clothing companies (around England) to maximise profits & create customer awareness. Without a shadow of a doubt in my mind, my initial target (aim) is to survive the first year of my business being established. It is a well known fact many businesses do not successful make the year due to many reasons. One of those reasons is due to a lack of research into expenses their business shall face; hence why I have examined carefully the financial side to my firm.
Finally I just want to say, if you have a dream. Make sure you achieve it. I have learned as I have grown that time waits for no one; so use it wisely. This is our time to leave a mark in this world; I am making my mark, make yours today not tomorrow. I hope you enjoyed reading this little insight into me and Branded. Now for you to buy items from my clothing line, fingers crossed you feel my designs and want to support this movement. You buying one or more of my product tells me I’m doing the right thing & will encourage me to design new and garments.
Thank you so much, stay blessed guys.
Mr. Branded
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