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About The Book


The Holy Spirit has inspired me to write this book as a tool for the healing of many, especially women. Many women are carrying baggage that no one knows about – sometimes even their husbands. They wallow in defeat, clueless about how to gain a solution to their deep, hidden sense of rejection, lack of love, and depression.  

A woman, especially, craves to be loved. She naturally gravitates towards wherever she finds love, even if it is a guise. However, as humans, we were raised and taught to look for love in the secondary places, not from the source of love Himself – God. Outside God, you cannot find true love – the kind you seek. This is why this book is a tool for healing to that lady or man reading this, who has been beaten, broken, and battered by the vicissitudes of life. This book is for the woman who is tired of the mess society has tossed at her. For that man or woman who, like Gideon, should be a deliverer but is hiding in shame even just to have enough to feed on.

I trust God that an end has come to that ordeal as you read through the pages of this book.

The thrust of this book is to practically show you that irrespective of what crippling circumstances life has doled you – whether in the past or present, you are the King’s heir, and your true identity in Him is still intact. Your circumstances in life are not the determinants of your true identity, but who the King – your Father – says you are. As such, no matter what your past or present says or looks like, you have an unbroken identity in Christ! This book is solely intended to reveal to you, or remind you, who you are whole and complete in Him. So, ‘Unbroken Identity’ in this context refers to your wholeness and completeness in Christ your Lord, the King.


Ignorance of who you are by divine design makes you a victim of life’s negative circumstances.
It makes you vulnerable to every curveball that life throws at you. You lack a sense of identity.


Take a sneak peak…


Chapter 1

The King


Chapter 2

His Daughter


Chapter 3

Her Struggles


Chapter 4

Her Relationships


Chapter 5

Her Heritage


Chapter 6

Her Domain


Chapter 7

Her Legacy

Chapter 1

The King

Recently, I saw a meme that shows a little boy asking his father what it means to be a man. The father responded by saying, “A man is an adult who protects and provides for his family”. Then the little boy, who was apparently impressed and having a point of reference for his understanding of his father’s reply said, “When I grow up, I want to be a man like mom!”

Funny as that may sound, it underscores the regrettable fact that many fathers are absent in their children’s lives. Sadly, this often applies to physical, emotional, and psychological absence. Many fathers are only figureheads: masculine humans who get married, have children, then work their lives out to make food available to the family, while losing sight of the negative impact that their absence is having on their children’s growth and development. Any child who grows without a present fther hardly ever grows whole and complete. A significant chunk of wholeness as children, and even adults, is chopped away. I know this for a fact because that was my experience growing up. I grew up without a father in my life, and that broke me –especially because of the many other ill experiences that were offshoots of his absence.

I lost my biological father early in life. I was only 4 years old. As the custom was, all of my father’s property was carted away by relatives, leaving us – my mom and five children – with nothing. I couldn’t understand his absence, hence, from a tender age, the love of a parent had been strongly questioned in my mind; more so because I didn’t grow up with my mother either.

When I turned 6, I was sent to live with an uncle in Lagos, more than a thousand miles away from anything or anyone I was familiar with. I barely saw my uncle during the week except on Sundays because of the nature of his work. Chiefly, the reason was that he wasn’t awake when I left for school in the morning and he was hardly back home when I went to bed at night. So, I never had the opportunity to enjoy a father-daughter relationship. I never understood what fatherhood meant or what it means to have a father in your life as a girl-child. I didn’t experience the affection, the fellowship, the instruction, and guidance, etc. that comes from a father. I never had that relationship, even though I innocently yearned earnestly for it….