There is a quiet strength that comes from knowing where you come from and refusing to be ashamed of it. I am from Atabula village in Obi LGA of Nasarawa State, close to the warm heartbeat of Lafia city. My roots are simple, my beginnings are humble, and my path has not always been straight. But every time I look back, I realise that my story is not something to hide, it is something to carry with pride.
Growing up in the village teaches you many things that the world sometimes overlooks. You learn to work with your hands, to value community, to appreciate the beauty in small things, and to respect the long, steady journey of becoming. The houses may be made of mud, the paths dusty, and life may not always be comfortable, but these are the same places that build courage, resilience, and honesty.
Many people feel pressured to pretend, to hide their origins, or to act like they were born into luxury. But the truth is that greatness rarely starts in.