My thirties were a paradox—filled with joy, grief, challenges, breakthroughs, and the most intimate encounters with God’s sustaining grace. It was a phase of life that pulled no punches but also gave no shortage of miracles. At the very heart of it, I experienced both the beauty of new beginnings and the sting of setbacks—but through it all, I was being refined, reshaped, and realigned. This decade brought the birth of two more children, expanding our family and deepening my experience of motherhood—but not without its share of pain. In between those two beautiful births, I suffered a miscarriage—a silent loss that etched itself into my soul. It’s hard to explain the grief that follows a life never fully lived, yet so deeply felt. I wept, I prayed, and I healed slowly. Then came the birth of my third child, and with it, another trial.What should have been amoment of celebration quickly turned into a life-threatening emergency. My uterus failed to contract after delivery, and I began to haemorrhage heavily. My blood level dropped to a critical 5. I remember the haze, the helplessness, and the strange calm that sometimes comes amid chaos. Before I had gone into labour, I’d asked my husband to stay with me for a while after being induced. Neither of us knew that his presence at that exact moment would become the divine intervention that helped the medical team act swiftly to save my life. God was, once again, on duty—doing what He does best: preserving me, even when I was on the edge. But the testings of this phase weren’t just physical. This was also a time of significant career transformation. I had built a solid path in banking and foreign services, but deep inside, I felt a pull—an urge to pivot. And so, with trembling hands but a firm heart, I made the bold decision to transition into Human Resources. It wasn’t just a careermove; it was a calling—a space where I could nurture, advocate, structure, and influence. It was new territory, but one that eventually felt like home. Along the way, I worked with incredible individuals who shaped and strengthened me—Charlotte Kissiedu, Antoinette Hoedoafia, Anthony Adu-Broni, Amarkwei, Mubarak, Eugenia, Asab (may her soul continue to rest in perfect peace), Pearl Pianim, Claudine Kore, Vivian, Leticia, Anna, Papa Rhay, and my own Tugbefia, Horla Dei-Tutu. These weren’t just colleagues—they were companions in a journey of reinvention. They brought colour to my days, insight to my decisions, and laughter to the hard moments. In marriage, I also gained new brothers and sisters— beautiful souls who became family through my union with my husband. Mr & Mrs Von Backustein, Rev & Mrs Adiamah, Mr & Dr Mrs Atiase, Mr &Mrs Addo, TetteyWatson, Allen and Ellen—each one has, in their 24 The Birthday Journal
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