To those who have ever been misunderstood, unseen, and wrongly judged. This is my story. A story of struggle, love, and injustice, a story of being silenced by a world that refuses to believe in anything beyond its own prejudices. I was born in Nigeria, West Africa, into poverty so deep that survival became my only education. My father married two wives, and my mother being the second was left to raise us alone. From the moment I entered this world, I was forgotten by the man who helped create me. He never once cared for me. Never once provided. Not a single diaper. Not a single meal. Not a single moment of love.

By the age of 12, I had dropped out of school—not because I lacked intelligence, but because I lacked food. While other children went to class, I was on the streets hawking, working, taking any job I could to feed my family. By 12, I was paying rent, carrying burdens that no child should ever bear.I never had the chance to step into secondary school, college, or university. The world decided early on that I was unworthy of such an opportunity. But despite it all, I taught myself. I became a phone technician, a writer, a counselor, a creator, a healer. I mastered skills that people with degrees struggle to understand. But none of that mattered to the world. Because to the world, I am Nigerian. And that alone makes me a suspect. A scammer. A fraud. It doesn’t matter who I am or what I stand for, the world has already decided my worth before even knowing my name.

The Love That the World Refused to Believe

Despite all my struggles, love found me. And I found love in the most unexpected place (Facebook) in the heart of a woman nearly twice my age. She saw me not as a poor boy from Africa, not as a scammer, but as a man with a soul, with devotion, with love. We talked for months. Our bond deepened. She planned to come to Nigeria so we could marry. She chose me, just as I chose her. But fate had other plans. Before she could travel, she fell sick for months in the hospital. Surgeries, pain, suffering. And through it all, there was one thing that brought her peace: my messages. The doctors noticed it. The nurses witnessed it. When she was unconscious, they played my voice message to her, and she woke up. When she was in distress, they read my messages, and she calmed. When she refused surgery, I convinced her, and she survived. One nurse—a stranger, someone who barely knew me, saw our love and believed in it so much that she offered to pay for my flight to the US. A stranger saw the truth. But those in power, They chose to destroy it.

The Judge Who Played God
But not everyone believed. The worst of them all, the one person who was supposed to uphold justice was a judge in the United States who decided that I was a threat.
Without ever meeting me.
Without ever knowing my heart.
Without listening to her pleas.

She cut off our communication.
She took away her phones.
She silenced us completely.

For months, I have not been able to speak to the woman I love. The psychiatrist even told her that I am not real and that am using her for money. Yet, when they need something from her, when they want her to agree to painful treatments, to stay in facilities she doesn’t want to be in, then they use me. Then, they let her hear my voice. Then, they play my recordings. Then, they acknowledge that I am the only one who brings her peace. But only when it served their interests. The rest of the time? Silence. A woman, sick and suffering, begging for the one thing that could bring her peace, me. And yet, they keep her from me. They isolate her. They let her sit in pain, in loneliness, in fear—without the one person who could help her heal. And is this justice ? Is this protection ? HELL NO. This is evil. This is control. This is the kind of wickedness that ensures love will never touch the lives of those who enforce it.
Because love does not separate it unites. Love does not punish, it heals. Love does not destroy it builds. And those who destroy love, those who tear apart the happiness of others, will never know true happiness in their own lives. A person who stops others from being together will never be truly loved. A person who takes joy in others’ pain will never find peace. A person who abuses power will always live in fear of losing it. If I Had Been Given the Chance. If I had been born into a wealthy home, if I had been given the chance to pursue my education, I would have been a lawyer. Not just any lawyer, a fighter for justice. Not one of these corrupt, soulless lawyers who sell their morality for money. But a lawyer who stands for what is right. Because I know what it’s like to be judged before being heard. I know what it’s like to be silenced before being understood. I know what it’s like to have love ripped away because of someone else’s cruelty. If I had been given the chance, I would have fought for people like me. For people like the woman I love who they believe is not capable of making her own decisions. For people whose love is torn apart by a system that pretends to care.

Final Words: A Warning to the World

I have been judged for my age, my race, my love. I have been silenced, labeled, and misunderstood. But I will not be broken. Because real love does not die. And one day, the same people who stood in our way will watch us win. To those who fight against love, know that the universe does not forgive cruelty. If you separate two people in love, your own life will be filled with separations. If you destroy happiness, happiness will be kept from you. If you break hearts, your own heart will never find peace.

This is not a curse. This is balance. What you give to the world, the world gives back to you. 100%

And so, to the judge, to the doubters, to the ones who work tirelessly to destroy what they will never understand, I do not hate you. I pity you. Because while you fight to break us apart, we are still here. And we will always be here. Because real love does not bow to power. Real love does not fade under pressure. Real love does not lose. And one day, when you are old, when you look around and find yourself alone, you will realize. You never fought against me. You fought against love. And that is a battle no one has ever won.
Until then, I will continue to be misunderstood. But I will also continue to hope, to dream, to love. Because that is who I am.

Yours,
A Misunderstood Soul.