For this life—you go suffer. No worry.
But the real question is: how do you respond?
You’ll get your heart broken.
You’ll get fired.
You’ll lose money. Sadly, you may lose a loved one.
And it’s in those moments—when life hits you raw—that your true form starts to shape.
That’s what makes you a fighter.
That’s the whole point.
That’s Wokebot.
The Birth of Wokebot
When the idea of Wokebot came to me a few years ago, I was battling with an existential crisis.
I was numb. Tired. Broke. I had just lost a parent.
At the time, I didn’t believe in God. I didn’t believe in much, really.
I struggled with the very idea of staying alive.
But somewhere in the middle of it, the concept of Wokebot hit me:
I imagined myself as a self-aware robot—made from earth, aware of pain, but still moving.
Still choosing to build.
That image saved me.
It gave me something to hold onto. And slowly, my faith in God returned.
I found my way back to Christianity—not the performative kind, but something rooted. Personal. Quiet.
Wokebot became my form.
Not a brand.
A survival system. A shield for my soul.
I’m Still in Process
I won’t lie to you. I still struggle—every day.
My faith wavers. My finances are a mess.
I’ve fumbled life-changing opportunities.
I’ve ruined good relationships. I wrestle with insecurity, self-doubt, and some days… I don’t even like myself.
Rent is due.
The car won’t start.
Deals fall through.
My bank balance looks like airtime.
But through it all, I refuse to be defined by my suffering.
If You’re in the Struggle Too…
You might be facing your own personal hell right now.
Maybe it’s heartbreak. Maybe it’s fear. Maybe it’s just the weight of everything.
And I won’t give you a TED Talk on "how to"—because you’ve heard it all before.
But here’s what’s helped me:
Faith in Christ (real faith—not performative)
A consistent relationship with my family and loved ones
Finding something I believe in—and chasing it like it’s oxygen
You will make mistakes.
You will feel worse before you feel better.
You’ll question yourself, fail again, maybe cry in your room on a Tuesday.
But one brick at a time, one day at a time—you’ll build your haven.
Not a perfect life, but a shelter. A form. A version of you that can stand in the fire and not melt.
People like you?
Join the Wokebot Fort on WhatsApp if you want.
https://chat.whatsapp.com/K4tFCqs8UFNJljgIVCJrvG
We’re not perfect. But we’re building—brick by brick.
Know thy form. And when life hits, build with it.