What is your truth? Can you live in your truth? I heard somewhere that facts don’t always make up the truth. I don’t know how true it is or even why I’m including it but I’m just going with the flow. Sometimes I think the truth is frightening but we can’t escape it anyway. It’s bound to come out one way or the other. I like that about the truth. It’s inescapable like death. Because we’ll all die someday. But I’m not here to talk about the inevitability of death. I want to talk about truth. Everyone has a true story. There’s a version of ourselves we always keep hidden. It doesn’t matter how real you think you are about the life you lead. There’s always something that you keep to yourself. No one knows about it and sometimes you wonder if people would accept you if they knew about it. It’s taken me years to finally accept and live in my truth. I’m not perfect. Well, no one is. I come from a jacked up family background and I accept it. Sometimes I fight with myself so that my circumstances don’t define me. A lot of us do that anyway. I love my mom more than anyone I know except God though. In case you’ve not figured it out, I’m a Christian. Yeah back to the mom bit. I love her and I’m proud of her. She amazes me. It wasn’t always like that. I’ve always loved her but I didn’t use to flaunt her because that amazing woman had a tough start and doesn’t have any proper educational qualifications. Very shallow, right? But I was a child then. I’m grown now and I only hope to be half the woman and mother she is. My mom is a bomb ass mom and I wouldn’t have her either way. She’s one of my many truths I’m living in. She has consciously and unconsciously made me the woman I’ve grown into. I love you, Sabina Nana Esi Tawiah Mensah. Someday, I hope you read this. I’m proud to be a daughter of yours. It is an honour.