On 29th March, 2019 I left my then husband and home with nothing to my name. Literally nothing.
Just my babies,and 3 abuja bags full of clothes.
Moved out of a 4 bedroom bungalow into a bedsitter with no tiles, no water.
Moved my kids from the home they knew, to an unknown world.
No job. No skills.
Just faith and hope.
I went from guaranteed meals, to skipping my dinner so that my kids would have something for breakfast.
From sleeping on a 6by6 bed, to sleeping on the floor.
From the privacy of private bedrooms, to dressing up in the bathroom.
From watching TV, to listening to neighbor’s radios for grapevine.
From running a business, to living on handouts.
BUT …BUT.
I also went from sleepless nights, to sleeping soundly next to my babies.
From living in fear of death, to living in the wholeness of life.
From being shamed, to being embraced in my brokenness.
From sleeping in people’s cars, to lying peacefully and sleeping all through the night.
From being a puppet, to making my own decisions.
To peace. To tranquility. To healing.
And I wouldn’t trade this for anything else.
To anyone out there holding on to nothingness and hoping your violent partner will change, choose yourself today.
It is possible.
I am living proof.
