πΈππππ«π- In Igbo it means daughter of the king or chief. She is a woman who knows who she is. She is confident, hard working, a leader and respected by her works and not only her title.
For me Adaeze reminds me that I am a child of God. The daughter of the king of all kings. And in knowing who I am I must remember to whom I belong. That strengthens me when I am weary. It emboldens me to lead when my feet are shaken. It charges me with the desire to make sure my actions match my worlds and reflect the honor I have been graced with.
We women, especially Black women, often grow weary in a world that forgets to say our names in the fight for justice, in a world where statistically we are less likely to thrive if we even survive. Lately these have weighed down on me. It is ok to sit in that weariness but for a moment. Often we want to skip past the valleys of life and sometimes it is tempting to stay in those valleys rather than climb to the heights of the hills in front of us.
We must never KEEP our heads down. Look up! Look up in prayer, look up in hope, look up and step forward confidently in the role of Adaeze and all the graces you deserve. Look up and keep moving forward, upward towards the next hill. That hill may be a string of joyful moments, accomplishments, or radiating confidence in self. Seek out and cherish those moments.
Inevitably there will be another valley but again even in those valleys. Keep your head up. As Tupac said, βAnd it’s crazy, it seems it’ll never let up, but please, you got to keep your head upβ.