I used to tell myself a story that Chuka was just my brother. And honestly, I believed it. We called each other brother and sister so naturally that it became our reality. Even when people around us hinted at something more, I couldn’t see it… or maybe I just didn’t want to. I stayed committed to that narrative. He’s always been there. I’ve known him for over 18 years. And when I think about it now, about three years before 2025, he started calling me every single weekend without fail. If he ever missed a weekend, it was rare… and he would always make up for it during the week. But even with that kind of consistency, I still didn’t read between the lines. To me, it was simple: “Oh, my brother is just checking on me. He wants to know how I’m doing, how I’m faring.” That was the story I told myself. But what’s funny is… I always looked forward to those calls. I knew he was going to call, and I’d catch myself waiting for it… anticipating it. And I never stopped to ask myself why. We traveled together, spent time together, did life together but in my mind, he was still just my brother. Then 2025 came. I was overwhelmed with work, constantly complaining, exhausted, just needing a break. We were supposed to attend Sound of Revival Koinonia, but I couldn’t make it because of work. And that’s when he said, “You’ve been saying you’re tired—let’s just go somewhere. Change environment.” I didn’t even hesitate. I jumped on it immediately because I needed that escape. And somewhere in that change of environment… something shifted. What I had been calling “brother” started to look very different. All the calls… the consistency… the presence… It all began to make sense. And the funny thing is it was never that he just showed up. He had always been there. I was just the one who hadn’t seen it. And the rest? Well… here we are now.