Dear Sister,
Come with me as I draw from personal experience.

God has walked me through rooms with high ceilings and marble floors, and through dim corridors floored with creaking planks. I say that not just literally, but figuratively. I have lived in the peace and quiet of tendered gardens, and in the joyful chaos of extroverted cities. I’ve sat at tables set with fine-dining cuisine served in fine china and soft ambience but make no mistake, the taste of burnt jollof from the bottom pot still ranks high among my favorites. Thanks to my middle-class parents who did their best to give us the world and, more importantly, instilled in me the values that would sustain it, I’ve been shaped by roads both straight and broken. These roads, paved with love, loss, laughter, sacrifice and grace have revealed different shades of the world’s reality.

In the spirit of life’s unfolding, I’ve taken the Hippocratic Oath. I’ve found my niche at the intersection of purpose and influence, and come to understand the subtle difference between success and fulfillment. I’ve witnessed the miracle of conception, pregnancy and birth, not just in medicine, but in vision and destiny. I have nursed and stewarded in marriage, in ministry and in community. I have crossed paths with women from varied walks of life who have in turn, helped reveal my gifts, graces and limitations. And as I continue to live, love and learn, as often and as deeply as life requires me to, I can say that the real distinction between one woman and another is in her degree of yieldedness to God and to humanity. Everything else, background, beauty, education, brilliance, gifting, access, status, exposure or even past mistakes, is just detail.

You would wonder how a woman like Esther ended up sitting on the throne yet a woman like Vashti lost her place. Some would say life isn’t fair but it has nothing to do with fairness and everything to do with the understanding that the throne, or whatever your goal may be, is never just about status. It’s about stewardship, of influence, of responsibility, of power and access. Every position we occupy, every room we enter, every opportunity we’re given is not merely for our comfort or personal elevation. It is for a greater cause. What cause? You tell me. Whether you’re just discovering it or deep in the process of exploring it, I’m glad to let you know that you’ve found a community of women on the same quest.

With the wealth of wisdom and experience I’ve been privileged to access, what I carry is not perfection, it’s perspective. One that has been shaped not just by what I’ve gained, but by what I’ve had to release. And one that sees purpose in the ordinary. I don’t know how you found this page. Maybe you were searching for clarity, for an answer or for a sign that this chapter of your story belongs in your final audit. Whatever brought you here, I want you to know this: Your womb is heavy with divine agenda but you cannot go into labour until the woman you pretend to be is laid to rest. As long as you’re comfortable with surface-level performance (fake it till you make it), you won’t discover how naked you really are. But when you drop it and say “God, its the real deal or nothing”, that cry of sincerity will move heaven to open up your bowels so that out of you, rivers of living water can give nourishment to nations.

If something in these words stirs you, I invite you to explore our programs. Women of Purple is my offering to women in ministry, business, family, career, politics, advocacy and every expression of purpose in between. This is a call to stillness, sensitivity, sacredness, safety and everything that will make you fit to incubate your seed, vision and purpose. Consider it a handshake from heaven. I hope you receive it.

Welcome to Women of Purple. Welcome home.

With love and purpose,

Dr Peace Jonathan Obise

Founder, Women of Purple