Six months ago, if you had asked me how my year was going, I would have highlighted a loss and told you the year has been pretty shitty. But I’d be doing God a big injustice if I ended the story there, so let me give a proper breakdown of how the first six months of my year have been. January & February: My family broke apart. My mum had a major health issue. I lost my 2 jobs. I had to stay in a different city with my mum just to take care of her. Whatever dreams I had for the new year had shattered. March & April: I threw my mum a surprise birthday party with a starting amount of ₦9k in my bag. By the time the party was done, I had $100 in my account. There’s nothing God cannot do. End of April & May: I got a foreign gig that pays me 2–3x what I was earning from all my jobs last year combined. I became a breadwinner. My Product Management Academy launched its 3rd cohort, and one of the things in our 3–5 year plan started happening in year one—companies started reaching out directly to hire PMs from us. June: I went to camp with the intention of not standing out. I won Miss BBB. I participated in debate, drama, singing, dancing, volleyball, martial arts, Man O’ War… I won awards for my platoon and got handshakes from people in power that I never thought I’d ever meet. Now, the moral of this story is two things: 1.James says to let patience have her perfect work. During my stage of misery, the one constant I had was the assurance that I serve a living God. And Baba turned up for me like mad. 2.I have an excellent spirit that even I myself cannot quench, and it’s about time I let it shine. I’m still building though. I even got a rejection for a grant today. But I know the God I serve. I know the spirit in me. And I will always win.