My life in the hands of a wrecker.

This is me, this is my story. A story I have to share to the world. I am who I am today because I refused to be silenced. I want the world to know that there's is a rise after a fall. A tree can sprout again after a fall.

Don't be silenced too. Sharing my painful journey to the world has healed me. It has healed and rescued many too. Cry if you have to, leave as early as possible, run for your dear life. Say no to toxic people.

I will make my story short, because am not yet ready to write a novel. If I happen to write a detailed ordeal of my 5yrs in marriage, I will keep writing forever.

My love story.

I met him while I was still a teenager. The innocent me thought I had made it in life. He was so kind and romantic at first. But this did not go for long. His characters changed drastically.

Red flags.

Am that kind of a person who lives by the strongest faith. Despite the red flags, I kept on praying and hoping he would change. It's was getting worse with time. I encountered all kind of abuse. Beatings, torture and even infidelities. 

It was becoming too much for me to handle. He was always negative about everything in me including my body size and shape. This lowered my self-esteem. I hated myself. I became desperate and hopeless. I didn't see any purpose for me to live. I tried suicide, not once but severally. But God was there for me. 

My healing journey.

The hardest decision was to leave my marriage. I did everything I could to save it. But I boldly took that risky step and never looked back.

With my 4yr old son, I landed in my mother's compound. Remember I was also 7months pregnant. And still to make it worse, my dad's body was laying in the morgue. The pain was unbearable but God was there for us. 

I wanted to make him suffer too. I started making plans for a revenge, but I remembered that revenge was for the weak. And also I didn't have time for that. I also gave a deaf ear to the society's  mocking.  Acceptance and love from my family was first step to recovery. It hasn't been a smooth ride. Being a less skilled person, I have done almost all kind of jobs to raise my 2boys. Like being a casual labourer in a farm. 

Am not in any organization yet. I work from where I am in a big way. Even though my own marriage did not work. Many couples have come to me for lessons. I have counseled many young ladies and youths too. Even without a partner am living a very peaceful happy life with my two boys who are now 10 and 15 yrs respectively.

I always smile back to myself in the mirror whenever I look at the scars on my body.  Scars from the beatings. They remind of how strong I am.  Let's say no more to GENDER BASED VIOLENCE against women. Our voice will save us. Our voice will heal us.