19/02/2025
It's almost surreal to think that a year has passed since the storm clouds loomed overhead, dark and suffocating, threatening to swallow me whole. A year since the shadows of malice crept in, intent on my undoing. Yet here I stand unbroken, triumphant, and radiant in my resilience. The echoes of that pivotal day still whisper in my mind, but now, a year later, I rise taller than ever. My heart overflows with gratitude, and my spirit shines brighter, renewed by the trials I’ve overcome. The darkness that sought to destroy me has been cast aside, and in its place, I've found strength, wisdom, and an unshakable sense of purpose. I owe my deepest thanks to my queen mother, whose unwavering love has been my anchor; to the gods of the land, who have guided my steps; to the Creator, who breathed life into me; and to all the divine forces I serve, who have proclaimed my innocence to the world. They have silenced the lies, the hatred, and the accusing hands that once pointed in my direction. And to Sunday Eze, my stepbrother your name will forever be etched in this story of survival, redemption, and triumph.
