Ụwa nke na-amalite site na nkwụsịtụ

Ịntanetị kwere nkwa n'otu oge ijikọ ndị mmadụ, mana kama ọ ghọrọ ebe kacha nwee mkpọtụ na ebe kacha njọ na mbara ụwa. Ebe onye ọ bụla na-achọ nlebara anya gị kwa sekọnd, na-amanye ụkpụrụ, na-ele ndụ ndị ọzọ anya site na enyo oyi.

Nwanyị achọghịzi ebe ngosi ọzọ iji lee obi ụtọ ndị ọzọ. Ọ chọrọ ebe nsọ iji leba anya n'ime onwe ya n'ikpeazụ.

This Diary does not begin with a start, nor with a manifesto. It begins with a pause. From the moment you close the door before the endless "you musts" and remain in absolute silence. The prologue is not needed for explanations — it is needed to take an honest first breath and remember that your true world begins with yourself.