Multi-award winning International Speaker, Author and Transformation mindset coach, Dr Ava Eagle Brown is in a class by herself. Ava coaches, trains and speaks globally to help others shift their mindsets to change their lives and businesses.

She is the author of her memoir The Mango Girl ( out in Waterstones , Barnes & Nobles, WH Smith and Amazon) soon to be a feature film. Ava has moved from incest, rape, failed marriages and being homeless to a household name globally. She has shared stage with the likes of Eric Thomas, Lisa Nichols, Nick Vujicic, Andy Harrington, Hollywood -Sheryl Lee Ralph, Paul O’Mahony, Darren Winters, Mac Attram, Reena Marla, Simon Coulson, Paul Preston, Joseph McClendon 3rd among others of influential and status in this space.

She has been featured in:

**The Financial Times
**The Sunday Mirror
**The BookSellers
** Book Brunch
**Huffington Post
**The Guardian just to name a few of the press that
have sought words from this great country girl turned corporate queen.

Ava operates on an ethos of transformation through mindset mastery. She seeks to empower others to understand that the word IMPOSSIBLE means I”M POSSIBLE – thus helping them claim the lives they were meant to live, a life of abundance,
joy, peace and success.
The love, desire, and passion
Ava has to see others come out of the RUT and claim their best self, stands at the CORE of her WHY. Her style of being truly transparent, authentic, enthusiastic and welcoming are all part of her success. She has often referred the UK’s answer to Lisa Nichols Oprah Winfrey.

She has won numerous awards
to include:

WeAreTheCity awards 2017
Star Awards 2016
Black African Women Rock Motivational Woman 2015
Dream Street Award –Inspirational Women 2015

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I was held at gunpoint and raped - in front of my three year old

After working hard to overcome a difficult childhood in Jamaica, Ava Brown, 41, had her life torn apart by a terrible act of violence witnessed by her daughter…

The second I felt the gun barrel press against my ear, my life changed forever.

I was on my way home with my daughter strapped in her car seat when I felt something cold and hard pressed to the side of my face. Four gunmen stood at my car window. They demanded I take them to my home in St Elizabeth and let them in, while two took my bank cards. They headed off to withdraw money and the other two stayed. I remember what happened next like it was yesterday.

They were both snorting cocaine and as one of them tore at my clothes, the other started stroking my three-year-old daughter’s face. He then asked her age and his response will forever haunt my dreams: ‘If you were a year older, I would **** you too.’

My body convulsed and I nearly threw up. Because I heard those evil words, I just lay there and took it, praying they wouldn’t touch her. As the attack happened inches away from her, I called to her to close her eyes and cover her ears, and I shouted that everything would be OK. She sobbed. At that moment, I knew better– nothing would ever be OK again.

The horrendous attack happened inches away from Avasthree year old daughter

Complete breakdown

During the rape, I vomited through pain and fear, then the man who was with my daughter held a phone to my ear so I could give my pin number to the men who had my card. They both laughed and taunted me. After the ordeal they bundled us in My mind and body

my car, ordered me to drive, dumped us on the beach and told me to leave Jamaica immediately before driving off into the night.
wentnumb, like I was in a horror film. I was in utter shock, and frantically started searching my daughter’s body for injuries. By some miracle, the men had dropped my phone in the road. I instantly called the police.

In the days that followed I had a complete mental breakdown. I couldn’t even attend the identification parade because they didn’t have a two-way mirror. I was too distressed to do it. No one was ever charged.

My daughter said nothing. It was as though nothing had happened, she just seemed slightly subdued. It wasn’t until she was seven that she said, ‘Why did the men put their hands inside you?’ She then said she remembers every part of it. Her memories have become clearer over time.

I can relate to my daughter, as my childhood was extremely difficult. Growing up in Jamaica was hard and poverty was rife. I shared a bed, in a one-room house, with my nine siblings.
Mymum would send me out aged 12 to sell mangoes in the village. I remember being upset I couldn’t go and play with my friends after school.

The man who lived next door to me was
alwaysrumoured to be my birth father, but my mum beat me so badly when I asked that I never dared ask again. Instead, I used to pop over to chat to him and his partner Sarah, who was more maternal than my mother. She would braid my hair and occasionally buy me nice clothes. When they moved a few miles away and asked my mother if they could take me, she agreed. To her, they were giving me an opportunity for a better life.

Only a few weeks into my new home life, things changed. Before long I found myself becoming more of a maid and doing all the chores. Then Sarah’s brother started grabbing my breasts every time I walked in a room. Sometimes I would wake up and find him touching in between my legs. I knew it was wrong, but I didn’t exactly know why. My mother had never given me any kind of sex education.

Even when Sarah decided to get luxury items at home, such as electricity, she used me as a pawn to get it for free. I was put on the veranda in tiny shorts and the man who came to install it was invited to touch me. When I cried to
her afterwards she said, ‘He’s not having sex with you so it’s OK.’

Ava grew up in Jamaica where life was hard and poverty was rife

A hellish young life

One day when Sarah was at work, my rumoured birth father called me into his room to talk, but straight away he was all over me, touching me intimately. He said, ‘If you ever tell anybody, they won’t believe you.’ I soon realised that was true.

I ran away, but my mother didn’t want me back. She didn’t believe I had been abused. With nowhere to stay, I slept at school for two weeks and was ferried around family members, until an uncle offered to let me stay with him long-term.

After everything I’d been through, I was terrified he’d rape me, and at
aged 15, I was wetting the bed at night. But he never laid a finger on me, he supported me, helped me finish school and went on to help me get a bursary for further studies. I’ll be eternally grateful.

No one believed Ava was subjected to sexual abuse - even her mother

At university

I met a man and became pregnant. We married, and when Jasmine was born I had a new lease of life. I wanted more, so worked my way up in a sales job and started to live a more comfortable lifestyle. But my husband left me and a few weeks later he revealed he had got another woman pregnant. That news nearly killed me. I went home and drank so much alcohol I washospitalised. It was the night when I got out of hospital, just when I thought things couldn’t possibly get any worse, that the unthinkable happened with the rape. Somehow, in my short life, I have lived through such hell.

A year after the attack, I was struggling so badly with the trauma that I needed to take action. Despite my daughter still
having a strong relationship with her father, I couldn’t stay in Jamaica. I decided we should leave to stay with
an aunt in London.

Time passed and I trained as a teacher, but the longing to know why those men had done what they did became urgent. Because the rapist had used my phone to dial those at the cash machine, I still had a phone number, which the police had never followed up. One day, I decided to dial it. I needed to understand. I wanted to move on.

When the man answered the phone I explained who I was and asked him why. He said, ‘Sh*t happens,’ and hung up. They violated me and my child and that was all he could say? My only sense of closure was that at least in England I was safe. The gang
were so far away from me now.

My daughter’s life has been impacted hugely. She suffered
behavioural problems throughout school and saw a therapist in her early teens. She misses her dad, but fully understands the decisions I’ve made. My life has been affected in that I’ve found myself with horrible partners. My experiences of men in my life have made relationships challenging.

Ava began to write about her life as a form of self healing and has now trained to become a life coach

I started writing about my life as a form of healing, and through that have trained to become a life coach. No psychological help was ever available to me and I don’t want others to suffer like I did. Now I share my story in front of thousands of people and feel proud of how far I’ve come. My dignity is no longer on the floor. I have made peace, I have my new life and I will never look back.