From One Name to Another
I changed my name so my teachers could pronounce it. I was only nine years old.
The Family of Pastors
My uncle was a Mission Leader. But he was also human with unspoken traumas that cast a long shadow.
Five hours to Lagos Island
I was used to my missionary parents’ stoicism. Then I saw my mother being vulnerable.
Painted white shoes
I was excelling, achieving, but inside, I was unraveling. Where is home? If I stopped moving, what would I have left?
Stepping outside the walls
I grew up in the sheltered environment of a Bible seminary campus. One day, the bubble burst and I was thrown into the ‘real world’.
The call, confusion and clarity
My life was disrupted when my dad received “the call.” I was separated from my family to navigate a new culture on my own.