Before I agreed to speak at the Abuja summit whose outing we had last Saturday, it was not an easy something.

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I refused.

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“What will I say? What will I be doing at a couples and singles summit for the life of me?”

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“It’s not even my favorite outing”

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But she had said to me

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“Just tell your story”

Which story? In a couple’s summit?

I wasn’t still sure two days to the event. But at this time, I couldn’t argue again. So I braced up for the challenge albeit, with much trepidation.

A day to the event, I was in court preparing the PowerPoint presentation for the event.
My body was over reacting.

I was overwhelmed. I had sat in court back to back through the week. I needed to rest.
I went to bed on Friday night half healthy😁… .my stomach began to run.

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I thought it would be over in the morning.
I woke up and continued the toilet ritual.
I dressed hastily because I was going to be picked.

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I ate bread and took drugs.

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I waited for the car to arrive. My stomach was still rumbling.

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We got to Starview Palace Hotel, Gwarimpa before the red carpet started. I felt some relief.

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The program commenced. When my Co-anchor whispered to me some hours later that my speaking session would be next, I felt the trepidation again.

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After five minutes, I ran to the loo and stayed there with my head bowed and lips moving saying “let this cup pass over me. But not my will…”

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My name was already on the program and fliers. No escape.

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With shaky legs, I returned to the hall, quickly scribbled down the new thoughts that formed in my mind, took the stage few minutes later and boom…

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At a point, people were clapping and at some other point, they were nodding their head in affirmation or loudly re-echoing what I was saying.

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Few minutes later, there was not a dry eye left in the hall.

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I caught a few people I know personally wiping their eyes. This was right after I had wept too. Someone brought tissue for me, the convener came to hug and cry with me, then I continued.

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Ok, let me give myself a little credit here.

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The feedback was awesome.

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NTA was present(athink NTA keeps following me everywhere these days).

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The NTA crew sent someone to call me outside. Then, in a flash there was paparazzi and camera lights blinking at me while I answered questions.

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People walked up to me to tell me how inspired they were. Someone took my number. Some left messages on my Facebook. The feedback was too impressive.

And then I made a post on Facebook. .mehn, that post is still grossing reactions and likes. It’s my post popular and most liked post. I wonder why people say it’s so emotional

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2018 was my year of ‘becoming’.

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The year that I released myself from the emotional jail and bond misrepresented by family. The year that I took my power back from people, co-workers and village pipu😎😂😀

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The year that I started to live life based on my terms not minding whose ox is gored.
The year that I lived without support from any quarter.

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A big shout out to that girlfriend who bought me a phone this year. You’ve been so amazing and I can’t forget this in the fullest blaze of history.

Peace, love and cupcakes

xoxo