Oh wow, I can’t believe I am 37 years old today. It seems like it was just yesterday that I turned four and had my first big party. It had been six months since we had moved to Akure, Ondo State Nigeria after three years in Ndola Zambia.
Before then my birthdays we’re mostly with my dolls. Birthdays have tended to be quiet affairs alone or with a few friends. It’s a time for me to recount God’s blessings.
I see my parents as courageous people. However, they don’t consider themselves brave. They moved to another country because they were called to be missionaries. A few months after they arrived Zambia I came on the scene a whole month earlier than expected.
I am their Zambian blessing, their first child. When I look at that newsletter announcing my birth, I think what a powerful way to describe your child. My name is Ngozi, and I am trying to live up to my name.
Over the years, I have celebrated my birthday alone, with family, with friends. I have marked the day in various locations: Ndola, Akure, Asaba, California, Nairobi, Lagos, Arizona. Yet one thing is constant my gratitude to God for giving me this precious gift called life.
This year I am more than grateful. I am thankful for life, family and friends. I am grateful for a job I love, and also that I have found myself again. I am thankful for my health above all things.
A year ago, I celebrated my birthday four months after returning home after two years in Arizona. I was praying and actively searching for a job. Roughly three weeks later, I got a call that changed my life. I went for the interview, and the rest is history.
I found a home, and today my work family celebrated me.
Thank you to my family and friends all over the world who wished me a happy birthday. It’s times like this that I realise I am genuinely a global citizen.