Confessions of a Quiet Storm
and the stories we rarely tell
I’m not here to teach—and this isn’t advice. Just honest stories we rarely tell.
I’ve built businesses.
Been burned by a few too.
Completed a full-distance Ironman.
And battled burnout so deep I couldn’t get out of bed.
I’ve wandered. I’ve worshipped.
I’ve built wealth, been sued, praised, judged, healed—and humbled.
This space isn’t one thing.
Because neither am I.
And I’m guessing... neither are you.
This is a home for the stories we rarely tell—the unfiltered kind.
The ones that spill out at 3am or over coffee with a friend you finally trust.
It’s where I share the messy middle:
The moments between “I’ve got this” and well, that rock bottom feeling.
🕊 What You’ll Find Here:
Stories of starting over with nothing but what fit in a tiny hatchback
Thoughts on faith, business, burnout, and becoming
Confessions of a workaholic, a dreamer, a woman with wild faith
My journey from woo woo to worship
Quiet victories. Real truths. Joy. Grit. Imagination.
Letters from Africa, the boardroom, endless hours in the pool, and my deepest thoughts.
Words for anyone who’s ever felt behind, too much, or not enough
Some posts may sound like letters to a friend.
Others might feel like the thing you didn’t know you needed to hear.
All of it is real. None of it is perfect.
But maybe that’s why it matters.
✍️ The Path Behind the Pen
Before I started writing publicly, I spent over 17 years building and scaling businesses across Africa and the UK.
I’m a qualified accountant, digital strategist, and founder of Nimacc Business Lounge, a consulting firm focused on automation and digital transformation.
Alongside that, I’m also building Rise Up My Girl—a faith-fuelled brand created to inspire and support women with biblical truth, business wisdom, and real-life encouragement.
But this space isn’t about credentials.
It’s about connection.
If any of this lands in your heart—stick around.
You’re not alone here.
And maybe, neither am I.
