This is my story

Love. It’s beautiful, confounding, and layered—woven into every form of human connection. Not merely the romantic kind, but the bonds that shape our lives: friendship, partnership, siblinghood, mentorship.

A Love Letter from the Woman I’m Becoming

We are, in many ways, a summation of our experiences, the people we encounter, and the company we choose to keep. The belief that one can rise above their circumstances is often rooted in exposure—exposure to better stories, higher standards, and lives lived with intention.

I’ve come to accept a difficult truth: friendship breakups often cut deeper than romantic ones. The pain of detaching from someone you once considered family—someone who held your secrets, witnessed your growth, and shared your sacred spaces—is a grief that lingers. It’s not just the absence of their presence, but the conscious effort to unlearn the instinct to care, to love them from a distance, and to silence the ache of what once was.

A Cocktail of Confidence, Humility, and Divine Reminder
Rev. Kojo Amo Asare has always sworn by the quote, “Better to remain silent and be thought a fool than to speak and remove all doubt.”