📌 Her Honor Is Now in Session

For every girl told to sit down, shut up, and wait her turn—this is the part where she doesn’t.

I don’t know exactly what this will become.

But I know what it won’t be:

Quiet. Caged. Convenient.

Her Honor is the space I built from everything I wasn’t supposed to say.

Not a blog. A breach of silence.

A fire disguised as a journal.

The proof that even if the world isn’t listening—I still get to speak.

You can call me Angel.

Ghanaian by blood.

Law in my bones.

I write like I’ve already been cross-examined by life—and I’m not afraid to testify.

Romance lines my bookshelves. But justice carves its initials in my spine.

I write.

Because I’ve lived long enough in silence to know it was never peace.

Just pain… dressed up as obedience.

So I don’t write to be praised.

Or pitied.

I write to build the girl I plan to become.