(Part 2/2) In 2011, I started receiving several calls from my mum complaining about how her mum and step siblings were still tormenting her. I then made up my mind to be an adult. I know you’re wondering why she couldn’t send them away. It’s deeper than you think. 

I went to Lagos, got some soldiers and did the needful. They hated me more, but I cared less. My mum’s health was my major priority because by this time, her mental state of health was a mess. She was shuttling between the military hospital and the psychiatric hospital at Yaba. I remember going to several big churches in Lagos to see the pastors but due to protocol I wasn’t allowed to see any of them. On one of my visits to a church, I met a brother in the pastor’s protocol who taught me a bit on faith. He advised me to join my faith with my sisters and read scriptures to my mum. I had to do as he said, because my sisters were in school so I was the only one with my mom in the hospital at that period. Every day I would cry and ask God questions. 

That year, I finally moved to Abuja. My first year in Abuja was so stormy. Staying in Abuja as a single helpless lady was challenging, but it got easier and better. God started helping me and I have always loved working. It’s now been nine years since I’ve been working. I have a company now and my mum and sisters are doing well. I look at myself in the mirror and there is no trace that I have been through hell.