01/06/2025
Happy Birthday, My Son, My Crown—Oche.
To everyone who counted me out,
To every whisper that said “It’s too late…”,
To every stare that carried silent judgment—
This is my answer: Oche.
They thought I was wasting time.
They thought I was chasing shadows.
They thought it was over.
But what they didn’t know is—God was not finished.
Doctors may speak, but they do not create.
People may predict, but they are not prophets.
Time may pass, but it does not cancel destiny.
I waited. I cried. I prayed.
And when the world grew quiet—God spoke loud.
And His answer came wrapped in royalty…
A king. A son. A miracle.
Oche.
He is not just a child—he is my proof.
Proof that humans are not the final voice.
Proof that heaven still writes the last chapter.
Proof that no delay can deny divine timing.
So today, I celebrate more than a birthday—
I celebrate victory. grace. and God’s unshakable promise.
Happy Birthday, Oche.
You are everything they said I’d never have—
And so much more than I ever imagined.
You are my joy.
You are my breakthrough.
You are my king.
Once again happy Birthday my love
