The last few weeks have been… loud.

Not externally. Externally, I’ve smiled. I’ve taken meetings.

I’ve shipped orders. I’ve curated content, drafted proposals, refined scripts, and responded to life like a woman who knows exactly where she’s heading, but internally?

Internally, I have trembled.
Because dreaming big and doing big are not always aligned.

Because sometimes, execution stumbles under the weight of expectation.

Because I have been standing in a crossfire of simultaneous ideas — all brilliant, all demanding to be born, all colliding.

There have been hiccups. Delays.
Overwhelm. Guilt. Panic.

I have felt like I was running a marathon barefoot across a floor littered with broken glass — adrenaline fuelling the journey, but pain making it impossible to ignore the cost. At times, I have wondered if I misheard God – could it be that the vision is mine alone? I have wondered if the title of “King Sally” — this alter ego I wear like armour — was ever meant for a crown I’m now too weary to lift.

And that’s when it came.
Not a booming revelation. Not a lightning-bolt answer.

Just this whisper:
Step up from quiet… into quietude. There is a difference.

Quiet is circumstantial — the absence of noise.

Quietude is spiritual — the presence of peace.

I have always known how to create quiet: cancel plans, mute the world, pause the podcast, block out the noise.

But quietude? That’s not just about shutting the world out — it’s about letting God in.

So I did the uncomfortable thing.
I stopped mid-panic. Mid-task. Mid-ambition.

And I sat. Still.

At first, all I heard was my own heartbeat — fast, unsteady, as though it, too, had been racing toward a finish line I hadn’t clearly drawn.

But then… slowly… another voice rose.
Not loud, but steady.
Certain. Familiar.
It didn’t offer answers.
It asked questions.
And I wept.

Because sometimes, the right questions are more powerful than the wrong answers.

Questions like:

• What is the home your heart longs for — and are you building it or betraying it?
• Which dreams are you chasing for applause, and which are holy?
• Have you built your brand with bricks of burnout or faith?
• Are you hiding behind the noise, or are you ready to be seen in your stillness?
In that quietude, I saw myself — not as a woman failing to “keep up,” but as one brave enough to slow down. I saw how every angle of this journey — the podcast, the merchandise, the writings — weren’t fragments I was failing to hold together but branches of the same tree: rooted in truth, blooming in time.

The merch? Not just clothes but armour for those daring to be authentic in a curated world.

The podcast? Not just stories but sacred mirrors — a reminder we are not alone. The writing? Not just words but breadcrumbs leading others back to themselves.

And me? I am not behind. I am becoming.

Quietude has taught me that the boldest thing I can do as an entrepreneur, as a woman, as a dreamer, is listen. Not to the market. Not to the metrics. Not to the critics.

But to the divine questions rising in stillness — the ones that pull me back to my #Unshakable centre.

To be King Sally is not to conquer. It is to choose truth — again and again.

To crown myself with clarity.

To build a tribe not just through branding but through belonging.
To walk paths, no one else has walked and still trust that they lead home.

So, if you find yourself in the noise, stumbling through dreams that feel too heavy, too scattered, too demanding — I offer you this:

Step up to quietude. Let the questions come.

The right ones don’t accuse — they illuminate.

And from there, the answers will rise. Not all at once, but faithfully.

You are not lost.
You are layering.
You are not broken.
You are being built.
You are not behind.
You are right on divine time.

And when it all feels like too much — remember this:
You can be trembling and still be chosen.

You can be unsure and still be sovereign.

You can be quiet — and still be #Unshakable.

‘See’ you next week.

Sally Chiwuzie
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