Thanks to Musa

Okay, Musa, you're right. I should stop procrastinating and start writing the whole story. And you're probably right when you say once it's published, people will say it's a great book. A novel, actually. Who knows?, I might even get that prize I'm dreaming of...

No, Musa, I've got no idea if I'll ever believe in God again. But I do respect your creed. Moreover, I value our friendship. And I'm very, very grateful to you for helping me. I know helping me has been a hard job to do, but I guess somebody had to do it. (I wonder why that somebody had to be a Hausa guy from Nigeria...)

It feels good, Musa. It feels really good... 

Here I go:

I'm a free woman and I make my decisions freely.

I don't let the spirit of anger decide for me.

I accept what has happened.

I put myself together and move on.

I will be free from my emotional chains.

I won't allow myself to hate any human being.

I let go of all the pain.

(Thanks, Musa. I love you.)