In all, God is faithful
I have read so many stories and I have been amazed and encouraged by everyone’s story.
Mine is not so different from everyone’s story I guess.
So growing up, I think I was probably so lucky to have a great childhood born to a Tanzanian Mom and Nigerian dad, I had the best childhood memories especially during holidays when we got to fly to different cities for holidays and all.
Sadly besides the excitement of leaving the good life, my parents were separated and it was really hard growing in two very contrasting backgrounds. My mum used to stay in like the ghetto while my dad had the fancy house and cars but o well I never saw my parents together or happy. Me and my siblings were all sent to boarding school at the age of 6 and that’s where I made friends and joined gangs and did all sorts of things disturbed teenagers do.
My childhood was a rough one, I was so unfortunate. I was a victim of consistent rape from age 9 to 14 and this experience marked me for the rest of my life till date.
Fast forward to a few years later, me and my siblings relocated back to Nig with my Dad and it was a different ball game, making new friends, been teased about my accent, new neighborhood and all but I survived.
I wrote my waec at one sitting and got into Uniben at age 16. As it was with everyone’s story, I was admitted to study History which was nothing close to the Law degree I had initially applied for but then rather than stay home for another year I just went on with it.
My parents were both doctors and till date am pretty sure they’re disappointed that their first child did not go into medicine like they had tried to make me do but it just wasn’t for me.
At age 19, I lost my dad to prostrate cancer after a year long battle and it was the most heartbreaking thing I’ve ever experienced worse than rape. I loved my dad so much and he was ever supportive, kind, funny and warm. All this while growing up, I ddnt really know my mom well so with my dad’s death things ddnt get easier. I was left to raise my three siblings who were 12 and 17 respectively and here I was in my 300l. Typical Nigerian family na, my extended family members were not supportive at all. Getting through my finals was so hard, I recall going to beg some of my uncle’s for money and they’d attempt to touch me or say some nasty things and that’s when I gave up on family.
The first four years after my dad died were the hardest for me and my siblings. My dad was so ill so he left us with nothing except a house in Lag since all the money went towards his medical bills in the last one year he was ill.
In all, God is faithful,I can’t even begin to talk about the things I did or what I went through but somehow I found the light and God saved me from myself.
I was able to get my MBA at age 24 and still get a good job at a reputable NGO even before my MBA graduation and I’ve been working here for two years.
I know God has a lot of things in store for me and I’m working hard. I still have my siblings to take care of but atleast one is done with her masters two while the last two boys are in the university. It’s not been easy but all I can say is don’t let your circumstances define your fate/future. Raise above everything, prayer works o, don’t give up.
Everyone has a bad past, everyone has been through tough times in one way or the other so don’t think you’re story is the worst.
Believe in yourself, prophesy good things in your life and trust in God. Your miracle is not too far away.
I still have a lot of plans in store for my self and I pray God sees everything to fruition. I want to own an NGO and really help people. I have met an amazing guy and I couldn’t be more happy. All I can say is God is working in everyone of us even when we think He is silent.
-Sophie
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Thank God for you.
This narrative is fraught with inconsistencies, I don't believe it's completely true .
Hi Mimi,
Am not surprised that you'd think my story if full of inconsistencies but that's because you keep thinking it's surreal or some details are exaggerated. It took a lot for me to share just a tiny bit of myself and I ddnt even do it anonymously coz am proud of where I am and I know how far I've come. You're entitled to your thoughts but you shouldn't say such for who are you to judge my dear.
God bless you and strengthen you,
Thank God Sophie
God bless you darling. You are favoured and loved by God. Feeling encouraged
Thannk you sophie for sharing, God bless you.
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You are a strong woman Sophie. Keep striving, your effort will pay off soon. I wish you all the best dear
Thank you Favour. Amen to that. Sometimes am worried my efforts won't pay off and that maybe I'll be stuck at the same dark places again but I've learnt to trust solely on God and not humans. Been burnt too many times
Hey Sophie love the way you did not attribute any failure to your rape issues and the way you are having a beautiful relationship, other rape survivors would have broken down. I would love you to share your survival story here and how you have overcome the trauma over time. Finally thank you for not blaming the male folks for every challenges you may have come across through your life passage!
Ode ni bobo yii sha.
But pls carry on.
You are a strong woman and God will continue to be your strength.
Thank you. Amen
Wow. Your story is truly inspirational!
Your mum is a doctor but she lived in the ghetto? You stayed with her until you were 16 but you really didn't know her well? Please clarify if you will
Anyways, thank you for sharing. Sending love, encouragement and positive vibes your way.
Hi Dera, I never mentioned I stayed with my mom coz I ddnt grew up with her. My mom ddnt have a very good job even though she was a DR. She was a public servant just starting out and only place she could afford was a one room "face-me-I-face-you" apartment. She wasn't from a rich home. I stayed with my dad throughout my childhood. My parents were separated from as early as I could recall.
I still do not know my mom well till date as I ddnt grow up with her. She's distant, we don't talk much and we've never really connected. Even now that my dad is late, I see my mom once in a year or three and we mostly just talk on whatsapp coz we're continents apart.
I missed out a lot of details from my story, there's so much people won't understand but God knows why my life story is so complicated. Maybe someday I'll bare it all.