is my return to the place where everything changed — the Cross. The place where my shame lost its voice, where my fear lost its strength, where my past lost its power. There were seasons where I carried burdens too heavy for my chest… where guilt followed me like a shadow… where I tried to fix myself with my own strength. But the Cross kept calling — softly, gently, faithfully. Mo wà síbi Agbelebu… because that’s where mercy found me. Mo wà síbi Agbelebu… because that’s where love rewrote my story. Mo wà síbi Agbelebu… because that’s where Jesus took what I couldn’t carry. At the Cross, I found rest. At the Cross, I found healing. At the Cross, I found identity. At the Cross, I found the version of me that God always saw.