My grandfather was the head of our family. I went with Mummy to see Kong Kong when he got really sick. I waited outside his room.

I had become a follower of Jesus and I wanted to tell him… I wanted to tell him… I wanted to tell him so many things. I wanted to go in to see him. No one asked me to.

Then he died.

At 17, I learned that people die.

I learned that this commodity called time runs out at some point.

When I was born, my Kong Kong gave me the  name Angeline, or Messenger of God. I never knew why he gave me that name. Maybe he wanted me to be angel or thought I was one, or maybe he believed in God. He left with me with my name as a legacy when I was born.

At 17, he left me with another legacy, the conviction to live life well, to live up to my name, and to be God’s messenger of hope.