A Quiet New Year.

The future begins now.

Hey you…

I’m writing this while sitting under the canopy in my father’s compound, once filled with family and friends just few hours ago, and now totally empty. It’s the familiar first-of-January tradition, opening our home again to the people we love.

I didn’t plan to write tonight. But Virtuous’ caption stirred something in me, and Anjy reminded me a few days ago to reach out more, which also meant being vulnerable. So here I am, asking myself: what’s the worst that could happen?

Lately, I’ve felt blank and confused. If you asked me how 2025 went, I honestly wouldn’t know how to explain it. Strange, right?

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Last year was a different kind of rollercoaster. Truthfully, I wasn’t very happy. I cried a lot. I walked away from several things simply because I didn’t have the strength to keep going. Even the one thing I genuinely started, hoping it would be a safe space, became a source of panic and anxiety. Leadership felt like a war zone, far from the safety it was supposed to offer.

I hit milestones. I made money. I lost money. I lost jobs. I sat with brokenness. But I never stayed there too long, because God is a providential God. Even when I can’t recount every miracle from last year, I remember how He helped me, how He raised people to help me.

My health tested me deeply. Almost in a “near death” way or maybe not, but in constant pain, which is its own kind of battle. I remember discovering I had a low blood level on the very day I was meant to submit the first draft of my project. I begged to submit it first before being admitted, a reckless decision, but I did it anyway.

I fell in and out of love...

What my close friends don’t know is how their small actions healed me. The little things lifted my spirit. They made life sweeter, and I love them even more for it. I don’t take that for granted.

Although, it’s a quiet new year…Looking at my mental state and everything that happened, this isn’t even half of it, I can confidently say my church’s theme for 2026 feels deeply prophetic for me. Because truly, only God can help me. When Blessing wished me a happy new year today and mentioned she prayed for me, repeating those same words, I knew that was what I needed to hold on to.

I’m in a season of transition. A short conversation with Daniel a few days ago reminded me that the future begins now.

Even though my mind feels restless, I hold on to this truth: God is my Ebenezer, I am helped by Him.

I hope this year is kind to you all. I wish you strength for what lies ahead and grace for the journey.

Happy New Year 🎈