There was no grand strategy. No business blueprint. Just one mother, one daughter, and a desperate need for healing.

It began in my tiny kitchen, where prayers mingled with the scent of herbs. My baby girl was breaking out in angry rashes, her once smooth skin now irritated by the unfamiliar water and weather of the UK. I felt helpless — until I remembered the wisdom passed down to me: the leaves, the oils, the roots of our land.

I turned to shea butter and neem. Calendula and chamomile. I blended. I prayed. I rubbed balm into her little arms like it was holy anointing. And slowly — miraculously — the skin began to heal.

That balm became a routine. Then a recipe. Then a revelation.

One day, I handed a jar to another mother at school whose child had eczema. She returned in tears. “It worked,” she said. “What is this stuff?” I smiled. “Just what my grandmother used on me.”

Word spread. First it was friends, then friends of friends. Orders began to come in — not just for skincare, but for teas, tonics, and tinctures. I wasn’t just blending herbs anymore. I was blending hope, tradition, and legacy.

Today, that same kitchen-born vision has grown into Gladsheen. Into She Vitality. Into herbal blends that fly across oceans. Into testimonies from women in Nigeria, the UK, Canada, Ghana — women I’ve never met, yet somehow always knew.

So when people ask how this started, I don’t say “entrepreneurship.”

I say: healing. For one child. That reached many.

Because when God breathes on your kitchen, the whole world can taste the blessing.