Childhood is often painted as the happiest time of our lives, but for me, it was a period filled with endless introspection and uncertainty. I often found myself questioning if I truly belonged to my parents, feeling a profound sense of disconnection that lingered for years. It wasn't until I was admitted to a boarding school that I realized I wasn't alone in my turmoil. There, I found kindred spirits who understood my inner struggles, and by the grace of God, these friends have remained by my side to this day.
As we navigated our school years together, we forged a bond that made even the most mundane moments special. We pursued the same course through to our postgraduate studies, staying together in different locations. For us, long holidays were dreaded because they meant leaving our comforting circle and returning to families who loved us but sometimes felt distant and performative.
Years passed, and we all ventured into our professional lives, some of us becoming successful businesspeople and others excelling in various careers. Despite the challenges life threw our way, our friendship endured. Villains, in various forms, did reappear, causing life to take unexpected turns, but through thick and thin, our bond remained steadfast.
What brings me to Zozo now is a personal struggle I've been grappling with. This place has become a sanctuary for me, providing solace and introducing me to new friends and brothers. Thanks to the support of this community, I have found a sense of belonging. Despite feeling like a lonely soul, Zozo has brought a sense of happiness and connection back into my life.
