Helping individuals and organizations view the world differently. Deo Mwano helps ignite passions and maximize potentials.
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My mother’s faith in God gave us hope and allowed her to bring ideas into reality by following her heart and the creative thoughts on new ways to provide for us. The fact that we were still alive months after my father was assassinated and that my mother was earning enough money to sustain us was enough for me to start believing in God. It did not matter if God was real or not.
What frustrated me about the Washington hearing is that Congress did not challenge Zuckerberg about his revenue stream methods, or his analysis and influence tactics regarding user data. The issue is not about Facebook selling our data. It’s about Facebook not informing users how their data is being used internally and about how outside vendors are using the data to influence prospects.
I am often asked, “how do you identify yourself today,? As Congolese African or African American?”. I learned much from both experiences. But I was also conflicted, not a part of both cultures, but caught between them. I felt separated from my Congolese heritage, but not fully African American.
the more my life in America continued to prosper, the less often the atrocities I experienced and my lucky escape were top of mind. The reality of my present fogs the reality of the past, which is still a daily reality for millions of people all over the world. Nevertheless, I am reminded of this terrible reality every time I read or watch the news.
I celebrate the power and courage of women everywhere who are willing to step out, share and relive what has happened to them. In doing so, they have created an opportunity to disrupt how our society views women. Negative attitudes and behaviors toward women have been tolerated for centuries. And they have changed over time only when women have fought for their equality and autonomy. But clearly they have not changed nearly enough.
I realized at that moment that I had been carrying all of this pain and anger. I heard a voice saying to me that I needed to let go. I argued with myself and said, “But I’m not supposed to let go. My experiences justify my feelings.” The voice was insistent. “Let go!” it shouted.
I was an analytic and process learner. I had to place the context of the subject in real life in order to retain the material. Building alliances with my teachers was always the starting point. I wanted them to know that I cared about learning and not to count me out.