Day 2 of #10DaysOfGratitude - 🎉 It’s Officially My Birthday! 🎉

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🎶 “Count your blessings, name them one by one… and it will surprise you what the Lord has done.” 🎶
That’s the song on my lips today — because truly, I’m overwhelmed with gratitude.

Today, I’m simply thankful for me — for the woman I’ve become, for the growth, for the journey. Gosh! Change really is the only constant… and this change has been worth every tear and stretch.

These past years feel like I just started truly living.
From a soft-spoken, naïve 'ajebo' girl…
To a young graduate...
To an unprepared mother grappling with self-esteem and doubt…
To the woman finding her voice, standing in truth, and learning to breathe in her new reality.

I’ve lost friends. Gained new, beautiful ones.
I’ve made sacrifices. Delayed dreams. Chosen survival.
And somehow, God used it all to prepare me.

I never imagined that motherhood would reshape my entire timeline.
Nobody warned me that no woman fully bounces back right after childbirth.
You’re present when they’re infants — bonding, nursing, nurturing.
Then toddlers — shaping foundations and family culture.
As preteens and teens — you’d better be present and intentional, or society will raise your kids.
(These days I talk till I’m tired!)
Now I read books, take parenting courses — because I cannot afford to fail as “me.”
And as they grow older? You parent from a distance, with your heart on every call, prayer, and visit.

But today… today is about me.
And God’s protecting power.
Let me take you back...

In 2013/2014, the enemy came hard.
I was in my final year. I attempted suicide. I discovered I was pregnant. I considered abortion.
But God stepped in. His mercy overruled my mess.

And then, there was the dream…

I was in a large British-royalty styled compound, running in circles — terrified, searching for safety. Suddenly, I found an exit gate. As I approached it, someone shot at me. I didn’t die. I held the spot I was shot, staggered through the gate — and then woke up.
At the time, I was scared. I prayed casually and mentioned it to my pastor. Her only question was: “Did you die?” When I said no, she smiled and prayed.

Years later, after I gave birth, the Holy Spirit reminded me of that dream — and explained everything.
That compound represented the chaos of that season in my life. The bullet was real — but God's covering was stronger. I survived. Spiritually. Mentally. Emotionally.

So today, I don’t just celebrate a birthday.
I celebrate survival.
I celebrate victory.
I celebrate the grace that kept me, when I couldn’t even keep myself.

Cheers to a new dawn.
Cheers to purpose.
Cheers to life.
Happy birthday to me. 💛

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To anyone walking through their own storm: I see you. I was you.
And if God can carry me here, He’ll do the same for you.

So today, I don’t just say Happy Birthday.
I say: Thank You, Jesus — for grace, for growth, for me.