Memoir Title: “Eradicate: A Journey Through Fire, Faith, and Redemption”3

1. Born for a Purpose Childhood curiosity, divine identity, and the four words God gave you.

2. The Thorn and the Calling Early spiritual encounters, prophetic identity, and the mystery of pain.

3. Dallas: The City of Awakening and War Your return to Dallas, spiritual highs and lows, and the battle for your soul.

4. Women and Warfare Mary, Charlotte, Shawanda—the emotional and spiritual impact of love and betrayal.

5. False Love and Real Lessons The African wife, the ex-girlfriend, and the painful pursuit of restoration.

6. Guarding the Heart Proverbs 4:23, emotional boundaries, and the cost of misplaced trust.

7. Fatherhood Before Fathering Loving a son not biologically yours, and the difference between being a dad and a father.

8. The Assignment and the Accusation The young man’s false implication in murder, spiritual warfare, and destiny.

9. The Role of the Church and the Failures of Men Influences from preachers, the absence of your father, and the longing for spiritual mentorship.

10. Redemption Is Personal What true love means, what God’s love looks like, and why your story matters.

Chapter Three: Dallas—The City of Awakening and War

Dallas, Texas. A city that holds both the memory of my spiritual awakening and the scars of my spiritual warfare.It was November 17, 2023, when I decided to return. I didn’t go just to visit—I went to confront something. To face the place where I first met the Lord. And where I also fell away.I remember the drive vividly. The darkness of the night, the weight of fear pressing against my chest, and the selfishness of city people that made me feel like a stranger in a land I once called home. I nearly crashed twice. Not because I was reckless, but because fear clouded my judgment. The night itself felt like a test. But I was determined. I had my family with me, and their safety was my highest priority. We were starting over. Again.As the city lights came into view, so did a flood of memories—ten years of living, loving, losing, and learning. Dallas wasn’t just a location. It was a chapter. A spiritual battleground. A place where I had tasted both the glory of God and the bitterness of betrayal.It was in Dallas that I met Charlotte. A woman who pulled me off course. She wasn’t just a distraction—she was a spiritual detour. Just as Mary had introduced sorrow into my life, Charlotte introduced lawlessness. She didn’t just tempt me—she tangled me. And I let her. Because I was searching for love in a place that required war.Looking back, I see how each encounter was preparation. Mary softened me. Charlotte hardened me. Shawanda confused me. And all of it pointed me back to one truth: God was still calling me. Even in the chaos. Dallas reminded me of that calling. It reminded me of the prophetic identity I carry. It reminded me that even when I fall, I’m not forgotten. That even when I backslide, I’m not disqualified.But it also reminded me of the cost. The city was loud. Cold. Unforgiving. And yet, it was sacred. Because it was there that I learned what spiritual warfare really looks like. It’s not just demons and deliverance—it’s heartbreak and healing. It’s confusion and clarity. It’s being pulled between who you were and who you’re becoming.I walked those streets with a sense of purpose and pain. I remembered the accomplishments. The disappointments. The dreams that died. And the ones that still whisper. Dallas taught me that redemption isn’t a one-time event. It’s a process. A fight. A daily decision to rise again. And so I did. I didn’t just return to Dallas—I returned to myself. To the man God formed in the womb. To the prophet He ordained. To the warrior He’s still refining. This chapter of my life isn’t defined by maps or coordinates—it’s not about geography in the traditional sense. It’s about something far deeper: identity. It’s about confronting the very places that once wounded me, the environments that tested my spirit, and standing tall in the midst of them to proclaim, “I’m still here.” I’ve survived. I’ve endured. And I refuse to be erased. Though I currently reside in Minden, Louisiana, this small town marks more than just a location—it represents the beginning of my personal journey. It’s the soil where my roots are being reestablished, where my story is being rewritten. Yet, it’s also the battleground where I’ve faced some of the fiercest spiritual and emotional warfare. There’s a heaviness here, a tension that’s hard to ignore. The struggles I’ve encountered in Minden aren’t just circumstantial—they feel ancestral, generational, almost tribal. Tribalism runs deep in this place. It’s not just about family ties or community bonds—it’s about invisible lines drawn between people, about loyalty and division, about belonging and exclusion. It’s a dynamic that shapes how people interact, how they protect their own, and sometimes, how they isolate others. And in the midst of it all, I’m learning to navigate these complexities, to find my footing, and to claim my space—not just physically, but spiritually and emotionally.