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Boss Up!: A Guide to Conquering and Living Your Best Life
Boss Up!: A Guide to Conquering and Living Your Best Life
Boss Up!: A Guide to Conquering and Living Your Best Life
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Boss UP! is a 41 chapter book that cover most of the obstacles we all confront—fear, convention, love, money, self-esteem. Some are internal, existing only in our minds, and some are external, found in other people's attitudes. It gives you a guide on how to overcome such obstacles by some of the lessons and experiences of the author.
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Release dateJul 9, 2018
ISBN9781543930740
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Boss Up! - Chika Ike

Boss UP!:

A Guide to Conquering and Living Your Best Life

Copyright © 2018 by Chika Ike

All rights reserved. This book or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the publisher except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.

ISBN: 978-1-54393-073-3

eBook ISBN: 978-1-54393-074-0

Chika Ike is a famous Nigerian actress who has had leading roles in over a hundred movies. She conceived, produces, and presents the popular TV series African Diva Reality Show.

She is an entrepreneur who owns a fashion brand and is also a real estate developer. She set up a foundation that helps underprivileged children access an education, and she has studied for a PLD at Harvard. Now she has written a book.

Boss UP! helps you climb the ladder, step across any missing rungs, and never look down, just as she did.

In loving memory of my father and mother,

with thanks for giving my life a purpose and meaning;

And to my

five brothers and sisters,

with thanks for always being my greatest cheerleaders.

Contents

Introduction

Part 1 CHIKADIBIA

1An Early Crisis

2Facing Rejection

3Lesson (Almost) Learned

Part 2 SELF

4Self-love

5Embrace Yourself

6Improve Yourself

7Reassure Yourself

8Trust Your instincts

9Erase Your Fear

10Leave Your Comfort Zone

11Control Your Thoughts

12Be Proud of Your Intellect

13ZZZZzz... Take a Break

14Run Your Own Race

15Fake It till You Make It

Part 3 BUSINESS

16Aim for the Stars

17Get a Vision Board

18Never Give Up

19Money and Emotion

20Save

21Invest

22Step Back

23Act Innocent

24Just Do It

25Discretion

26Work Smart

27Know Your Business

Part 4 SOCIETY

28Develop Rhino Skin

29Privacy

30Stop the Gossip

31Take a Stand

32Look Down the Mountain

Part 5 FAMILY AND RELATIONSHIPS

33Letting Go

34Know Your Worth

35You’re Not Santa. Say No.

36Be Your Own Cheerleader

37The Worst Moment

38Forgive

39Coping with Loss

Part 6 GRACE

40Stay Grateful

41The Master Key

Conclusion

Acknowledgments

Good to meet you. If you’re ambitious, this book’s for you.

I’m happy now, but I wasn’t always. A lot of young people have waded into careers and relationships as confused and doubtful as I was. I made a few good moves early on, but I also made many of the classic, eye-rolling, self-defeating mistakes. By Bossing Up and changing my attitude, I changed my life. I chose to be happy, successful, ambitious, and driven, and you can too.

This book will show you how to work around the obstacles and get your life moving smoothly the first time. I explain how I failed, how other people failed me, and how I sometimes, somehow, got it right. I hope that by sharing my mistakes, you won’t have to make them. Mistakes such as… allowing relationships to define me, hiding away because I hated my looks, wondering whether all the hard work was worth the effort, being bullied because I was different, and more. I wish I’d had this book to read when I was younger.

The 41 chapters in Boss UP! cover most of the obstacles we all confront—fear, convention, love, money, self-esteem. Some are internal, existing only in our minds, and some are external, found in other people’s attitudes. Part 1, titled ‘Chikadibia,’ (which is my full name), explains my starting point and introduces the rest of the book in more detail.

Please dip in with both feet, and feel good. I hope your outcome is greater health, wealth, and happiness. And may your God be with you.

Chika

I keep a vision book in which I note my current goals and dreams. You can start one on any day, in any month, but January is when we’re all looking forward to a new start and it’s when I set out my boldest aims for the year ahead. In 2010, ‘Write a book’ was on the top of my list. A brilliant idea. So brilliant that it sat at the top of the list every January until 2017—I still hadn’t finished writing my book.

This year, 2018, ‘Publish my book’ is at the top of the list. Did I just procrastinate for seven years? No. Sometimes a goal is out of reach because we’re not ready. We haven’t yet done enough work, or had the right experience, or drawn coherent conclusions. Now I’m good to go. And I hope this book saves the reader some of the time that I spent finding out how to do what I’ve done.

I’m sitting on my bed in pyjamas, laptop on my knees, listening to a meditation song, which helps me concentrate. I have typed and deleted several times. I desperately want to start in a beautiful way and be as honest as I can be. I look around my room and feel grateful. I didn’t grow up in such luxury. Life has thrown me plenty of curveballs. I have faced rejection and unkindness and manipulative people, but those difficulties have made me stronger. We must take what life offers us, and run with it.

Life offered me Papa Ajao, Mushin. Mushin is booming now, but our part of it was overcrowded then. We were a typical family: father, mother, six children in a three-bedroom flat in a block of six. The block needed repainting, and its gate hung off the hinges, but that didn’t matter because we had a big compound with lots of kids my age to play with. On Saturdays we had a football match. I was no good at it, but when they finally made me goalkeeper, nothing got past me. I was in the goal every week from then on. We played hide and seek, and danced in the rain, and I would re-enact characters from Bollywood movies. Dad rented those from the video store on his way home from work. He never liked us playing in the compound, so when we saw his car in the distance we’d all race for the door and scamper up to our flat on the second floor.

My father was sometimes kind, but always strict. He didn’t talk a lot. He was the baker who supplied the whole neighbourhood. Bread was one thing we never ran out of, and our visitors never went away without some fresh baked goods. I am kind of breaded-out as a result. I hardly ever eat it today, no matter how good it is.

My mum was very beautiful, always smiling and pleasant. She dressed all of us in our Sunday best when we went to church. Other children admired our outfits, and their mothers always said how respectful we were. If a grown-up offered us a coin as a present, we were taught never to accept it. If we did, Mum would smile indulgently for the benefit of the giver, but when we got home she’d spank us. And she’d do that even if she’d urged us, with the generous benefactor looking on, to take the money. So I, for one, would never ever take anything. All the same, she was a loving mother, and we all thought she was the best mum ever.

The bakery was booming, and my mum worked there too. We had two nannies. They used to chase us around the compound in the evenings before our baths, and in the mornings they’d get us out of bed despite every kind of resistance. We must have been a worrying and often annoying handful, but they loved us regardless. We wanted for nothing, and we learned to expect regular small pleasures. On Sundays we bought snacks in a fast-food restaurant after church, and headed home for Sunday rice. At Christmas we had new dresses, Christmas gifts, and as much chicken as we wanted.

Crisis? What crisis?

When I was eleven, my father’s business collapsed. He couldn’t pay the rent on our flat, and we had to move to his bakery. This meant occupying seven rooms in a half-built building surrounded by thick forest and sluggish canals full of snakes. It lacked key elements such as roofing, plaster on the walls, and toilet fittings. We’d look up and see intricate golden honeycombs, swarming with bees, suspended from the ceiling. Mosquitos floated constantly in and out of our new home, and great fluttering crowds of bats emerged at dusk to play hide and seek. The first morning after the move, I woke up covered in big itchy lumps, the mosquitos having feasted on my blood overnight.

It was better than living on the streets. We had enough to eat, although from then on we saw chicken only on high days and holy days, and our diet became mainly vegetarian. Beans featured in stews, and stews featured big-time. Our old school had been private and fee-paying, but now it was too expensive and too far away. The new one was almost free, and on the next street. I hated it, but of course, nothing could be done about that. Dad was already frustrated about his business. Mummy was the one who patiently listened to our complaints, dabbed cold pink calamine lotion onto our mosquito bites, and sprayed insecticide in all the rooms when we were at school. Sadly the nannies had to leave; but one of them, Rebecca, insisted on staying to help our mum for a year. Rebecca loved us so much. She was part of the family. I was very fond of her and always helped her

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