My grandmother recounted that I was born three months premature in Sierra Leone, but due to poor health systems, the doctor had no means of caring for a baby so premature and left me to die.
Despite the dire situation, my grandmother refused to give up on me and took me home, relying on natural remedies and her faith to help me survive. With no access to an incubator, she provided the care I needed to grow stronger.
Against all odds, I managed to survive, and within a month, I was a miracle in my family and community. My grandmother treated me as her own child, and my existence brought her great joy and purpose.
In the coming months, I will share more details about my birth and the challenges I faced in my early days.