During my first 3 years in primary school, I was the only girl in the whole school. It was in a nomadic school where my father was a teacher. The nomads did not want the 'white' school, which they saw as a threat to their culture and identity.

When my father was forced to flee our country and became a political exile, he left my mother with a challenging mission: to raise me with five of my brothers and sisters.

As a teenager, I had to go above and beyond to support my mother in her noble mission.

When I walked out of my boss’ office, I was over the moon. 1,000 young people will have a modest job thanks to my project proposal… My joy was short-lived. His condition for approving the project was morally unacceptable to me. I was faced with two options, each with serious personal consequences.

A good boss teaches us what to do. A bad boss teaches us what not to do. Both can change our career for good or for bad. It depends on which boss we decide to follow the lead or not to follow the lead.

"Tell our guests this ...", with his index finger pointing at me, "this young man was not here the day we chose this project". Then, one by one, he addressed the children, young people, women, and the village elders: "what was the priority of your group? ".

As a child, my mother always used to tell me "son, education is not synonymous with knowledge". I understood the true meaning of this wisdom when I was the technical coordinator of a World Bank-financed project in Guinea.

In June 2011, I recruited Ali, a very talented young man in the wrong role. This story explains how I supported Ali to realise his dream (Part 2)

In June 2011, I recruited Ali, a very talented young man in the wrong role. This story explains how I supported Ali to realise his dream (Part 1)

"Sir, my name is Miriam. I am a new graduate with a Master Degree in Political Sciences and International Relationships. I'm looking for a job or internship. I am available for a call or a meeting to tell you more about me" ; said Miriam, a young graduate

I "landed" in #Gueckedou, 700 km from the capital city #Conakry, with no electricity, no running water, no telephone... in short "a no man's land". I spent the whole week crisscrossing the muddy trails and roaming the steep hills