On illness, faith, and the second chance I almost missed The storm came fast and changed the air,It left a person standing there.I did not know. I did not choose.With so much lost, I feared I’d loseThe very heart of who I am,Broken like a fallen dam. I used to run. I used to strive.I…
My grandmother carried me when i couldn’t carry myself – through sleepless nights, newborn chaos, and exhaustion. A story of love, care, and quiet strength
This blog is inspired by the life and legacy of my grandmother, Adwoa Okorewaa, whose strength, faith, and wisdom continue to guide the reflections shared here.
Adwoa Okorewaa : Wellspring of A Matriach 