I came from a poor family many people called us cursed. I knew it and everyone knew it. There was a problem in my family; no one seemed to go anywhere. My mother was taken to the hospital on a wheelbarrow where she died and my grandfather was taken to the hospital too on a wheelbarrow where he died, my brother was driven to the streets; he became a madman, those men you see carrying a sack while my fate was to die of cancer at 30 years of age but here I am. Free and beautiful.
I am not telling you this because I need your pity. But because those shadows became my triumph; The shadows of pain, the shadows of rejection, the shadows of shame, the shadows of humiliation, the shadows of lack, the shadows of curses, the shadows of warfare
These shadows have become my testimony. Each shadow I faced was lined with triumph.
I am a woman of triumph. Through the pain, I have birthed 10 books, and 2 companies, I am a transformational speaker and a minister of God.
Was the journey worth it?
Find out.