Read Omotola Jalade’s Heartbreaking Story below:

I was only 12 when I lost my father, So I didn’t understand grief. I just knew something broke inside me… and it never quite healed.

It hardened me. It erased fear. It made me fierce in a world that doesn’t hand girls second chances.

I’ve stood face to face with power—presidents, billionaires, gatekeepers. I’ve told them no. Because what else can shake you… after death has already swallowed your hero?

There were nights I thought of the unthinkable.
I could’ve chosen darkness. I could’ve sold myself—just to protect my brothers. Just to keep them safe.
Because pain doesn’t come with rules.
And survival rarely feels noble.

But I fought.
And I made it.

The price?
I became strong—maybe too strong.
Now, sometimes, I can’t even feel.
But I’m still standing. Still fighting. Still whole.

Because love pushed me.
Loss built me.
And strength… is the only thing I’ve ever had to hold on to.

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