When I was just four years old, my brave mother left Nigeria for Europe, hoping to build a better future for me and my younger brother, Blessing, who had just turned three. None of us knew it would be six long years before we would see each other again.
At first, our biological father cared for us. But our lives changed again when our aunt took us in, moving us into her home with her husband and children. Then, one Sunday in church, everything shattered. A preacher pointed at me and called me a "witch child." From that moment, my childhood became a world of fear, isolation, and abuse.
In this book, I share my story, not only to shed light on the devastating impact of false witchcraft accusations on innocent children but to offer a message of resilience, faith, and the enduring power of hope. I am living proof that even in the darkest moments, we can choose to rise. We can choose hope.