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“The driving idea behind Eloquence Unfiltered is simple but radical: public speaking is not about perfection; it is about authenticity. We are moving away from the stiff, corporate rigidity of the past and embracing a raw, unfiltered approach to communication”
I have a long history with public speaking that dates back to primary school. I started speaking at events in my early years, and by the time I was in secondary school, I had spent a good chunk of my time oscillating between studying, writing fiction stories, debating, writing essays, acting in drama, and delivering impromptu speeches. It was a profound period of self-discovery that fundamentally shaped my public speaking skills. I have since gone on to train young professionals in the art of public speaking and presentation through my training outfit, Mindvolution, on whose platform this new event is being organized.
And now, I am convinced it is time to scale that impact.
For a couple of years, I have harboured a dream. It was a vision of a masterclass that didn’t just teach people how to speak, but fundamentally transformed how they connect, persuade, and lead. I let that dream drag. I made excuses about timing, resources, and readiness. But a few months ago, I realised that the cost of waiting was too high. The young professionals of Lagos—the brilliant minds in our banks, tech firms, and creative industries—need this platform now.
That is why, on August 22, 2026, at the prestigious Agip Recital Hall, MUSON Centre, Onikan, Lagos, we are launching Eloquence Unfiltered.

The driving idea behind Eloquence Unfiltered is simple but radical: public speaking is not about perfection; it is about authenticity. We are moving away from the stiff, corporate rigidity of the past and embracing a raw, unfiltered approach to communication. This event is designed specifically for the modern professional—from the ambitious Gen Z graduate to the mid-level Millennial manager—who needs to command a room, pitch an idea, or simply find their voice in a crowded marketplace.
To deliver this vision, I knew I couldn’t do it alone. I needed a co-facilitator who understood the intersection of communication, diplomacy, and human development. That is why I am thrilled to announce that Mo’ Wunmi Obidiran will be joining me on stage. Wunmi is a powerhouse. As the Head of Corporate Strategy & Business Development at Colvi Ltd, a Chartered Arbitrator, and an avid scholar of diplomacy with over 15 years of experience driving development projects across Africa, she brings an unparalleled depth of insight. Her philosophy of “Creating African Futures by Curating African Histories” aligns perfectly with what we are building.

But Eloquence Unfiltered will not be your typical “sit and listen” seminar. We are completely reimagining the learning experience. We are blending education with entertainment, using short, professionally acted stage dramas to vividly illustrate the catastrophic mistakes and triumphant successes of public speaking. Imagine watching a hilarious live sketch about terrible body language, followed immediately by a masterclass on how to fix it.

We are also integrating cutting-edge interactive technology. Through live polling and real-time Q&A platforms, the audience will shape the conversation as it happens. And because energy is everything, the entire four-hour experience will be woven together with live contemporary and jazz music interludes, creating a premium, multi-sensory environment that holds attention from the first minute to the last.
Perhaps the most exciting part of this project is what happens after the event. Eloquence Unfiltered is not a one-off Saturday gathering. Every attendee will receive a physical Cohort Badge, granting them access to an exclusive, year-round digital community. This is where the real value lies—a continuous network of ambitious professionals sharing opportunities, receiving monthly mentorship, and growing together.
This is not just an event; it is the birth of a legacy. We are building Eloquence Unfiltered to be an annual institution in Lagos, a calendar highlight that professionals aspire to attend year after year.
However, a vision of this magnitude requires collaboration. I cannot do this alone. We are actively seeking visionary corporate sponsors, partners, and organisations who want to align their brands with excellence, empowerment, and the next generation of African leaders. If your organisation believes in investing in human capital, this is your platform.
The excitement of finally executing this dream is overwhelming. The Agip Recital Hall awaits. The stage is set. The unfiltered truth is about to be spoken.
I cannot wait to see you there.

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