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20 years ago, I was convinced I was living on borrowed time. My body had turned on me, riddled with an illness so profound that the concept of a future seemed almost laughable.

Death wasn’t just a possibility; it was a certainty I could feel in my bones. I’d wake up each day, if you could call it waking, with the weight of that knowledge pressing down on me, suffocating any remnants of hope.

I wrote for cathartic reasons back then, and I still do. Every word I put down on paper was like a siphon for the darkness that had lodged itself in my mind. Singing, on the other hand, was my therapy. It was the one thing that reminded me I was still alive, that I could still create beauty even when everything inside of me felt shattered. I didn’t sing for anyone else—at least, that’s what I told myself. But deep down, I knew that if my music connected with just one person, if it helped someone else find a way through their own darkness, then it would all be worth it.

There was one day, though, that changed everything. I was in the studio, working on a song I had written called “Follow Your Dreams.” It was supposed to be hopeful, an anthem for those who needed a reminder that dreams were still worth chasing. But as I sang the words, my voice cracked, and I faltered. The sickness had me by the throat, literally and figuratively, and for a moment, I thought I wouldn’t make it through the take.

Then, something happened that I still can’t fully explain. Right there, in the middle of that take, I felt a presence. It was like a gentle breeze, warm and familiar, yet completely otherworldly. It wasn’t a voice, but it spoke to me all the same, urging me to find a way back into my head, to reconnect with who I was before the illness took hold. It said, “You have to find a way back into your brain again”.

The Holy Spirit—that’s the only way I can describe it. It filled me with a sense of peace I hadn’t felt in years, a reminder that I wasn’t just a broken body—I was still me. The message was clear: this illness wasn’t my end; it was the beginning of something new. It was a journey back to myself, to the core of who I was, buried under layers of pain and despair.

From that moment on, everything changed. I sang with a different purpose, not just to heal myself, but to offer that healing to others. I wrote with a new clarity, each word a testament to my gratitude for life, however fragile it might be. If I could touch just one person with my music, if I could help someone else find their way back to themselves, then I knew it would all be worth it.

Of course, there are those who choose a different path, who seem to delight in spreading darkness instead of light. Those who enjoy currying evil—I’ve met a few. But I bear them no ill will. God bless them, I say. Their journey is their own, and mine is mine.

Today, I’m still here, against all odds. I’m still writing, still singing, still following my dreams. And if you need me, if you’re lost in your own darkness, know that you’re not alone. There’s always a way back, a way forward. And sometimes, in the middle of your darkest hour, you might just find the light you’ve been searching for all along.

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Àrèmúorin is a distinguished Multi Awardee Conscious Writer and accomplished Holistic Jazz-Soul Singer-Songwriter & Producer, reigning at the No. 1 spot on the Jazz Charts for over 49 weeks. He held the top 10 spot for over 490 weeks.

Aremuorin, a renowned polymath holding dual honorary doctoral degrees and serving as a UN Ambassador, is celebrated for his captivating musical creations and profound literary works.

Originating from Nigeria and currently situated in the United Kingdom, his artistic prowess transcends diverse creative domains, marking him as a truly versatile virtuoso.

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