Before 2013, I was living like a boy in a man’s body. No purpose, no substance, no accountability. I was chasing false needs and letting life shape me rather than taking responsibility for the man I was supposed to become.
It started with love — or rather, learning what love actually required. I began pursuing a relationship with Danielle, but God stopped me in my tracks. Soaking in 1 Corinthians 13 daily, I realised I didn’t understand love at all. I’d been treating it like a feeling — something to take, not to give. God showed me that before I could love a woman properly, I had to love Him first and build from that foundation. That was my first lesson in what manhood actually looked like: it starts with source, not feeling.
On 21st April, at a church service, Bishop Melvin Brooks preached on brokenness. I raised my hand — not fully knowing why. At the altar, a woman I’d never met spoke directly into my life with pinpoint accuracy. Something broke open in me. Uncontrollable tears. Pride dismantled publicly. That was the moment I stopped hiding behind performance and started becoming real.
I understood then that manhood is three-dimensional — mental, physical, and spiritual — and I had neglected one entirely. I’d been giving the world everything and running on empty. When I redirected that energy into my spirit, everything around me shifted.
I was baptised on 2nd June. Not the end — the beginning.
Now everything I do is with my sons in mind. The man I become shapes the men they’ll be. That’s not pressure — that’s purpose.
Children born to a young man are like arrows in a warrior’s hands.” — Psalm 127:4 (NLT)