That was me arguing with God when I first landed in Nigeria. Your girl was a MESS. I was drinking… and I don’t even drink.I felt like a complete failure. Shame. Despair. Stuck. God Whisper: “Ms. Nikki, get to that group. Hungover or not, I want you there.” The feeling didn’t go away. It was clear. It was …
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