Growing up was not too bad. I was in sports. It was during this period that I met the father of my child. He was a coach who lived abroad. We started dating and also eventually did our introduction. Few months to our wedding, a friend of mine came to Nigeria from abroad who was also a coach. We got talking and I showed him the picture of my husband to be, and he told me he knows the guy, that he’s married with 2 kids out of the country. I was broken, because he never told me. When my uncle later confronted him, he said it was his mother that forced him to marry the lady and now he wanted to marry his own. I said goodbye to him. 2 months later, we had to contact him when we found out I was pregnant. I personally hired detectives to get in touch with his wife and explain to her that I didn’t know her husband was married but he had a child outside. We called off the wedding. He was mad that I contacted his wife. He came around when I gave birth to my daughter, then the next time we saw him was when she was 2 years old. We didn’t hear from him again till she was 15 years old. 

I was solely responsible for bringing up and taking care of our child. I was living on the Island at the time and had a lot of wealthy friends around me, but I took myself away from the limelight and went to a remote place. I rented an apartment. My family and everyone else were against it. I told my parents I wanted to start my life from scratch. So I left with my baby at just 6 months old. Life was okay. I stopped sports and started working for someone who was a vendor in a top oil and gas company for 4 years. My daughter has been a blessing; I don’t know what I’d have done if she wasn’t in my life. It wasn’t easy forgiving her father. Over the years, God kept telling me everything can’t be right with me when I’m holding someone in unforgiveness, so I had to forgive him. Today my daughter is in her twenties and she’s in university.