My grandma was born in the village in Nigeria at a time where girls were not sent to school. That meant from then until the time of her passing last year, she never learned to read or write.
Despite this, she worked her butt off as a trader in order to afford my mum's school fees when she was growing up (education is not free in Nigeria).
My mum was then able to move to the UK in the early 80s, where I've been born and raised, and push both me and my sister all the way to degree level.
Now I literally get paid to write and help others to do the same by leveraging PR to get more visible, attract their dream clients and get paid what they want.
In that way, I am not only a living embodiment of her legacy genetically, I am a living embodiment of her ideals about what is possible when people (women especially) are given opportunities.
As I've been reflecting on her life this week (which marks a year since her passing), I've been asking myself some questions that I'm going to share with you: