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Today makes it exactly one year to the day I was kidnapped (not really a kidnap but they carried me against my will, English teachers give me a synonym) and I thought I was going to die with my 5 months old fetus. Funny thing is I just found out that my kidnappers were caught a week ago.

There is so much to say but I don’t want this post to be too long so I’ll try to keep it short.

The year started out on a pretty uneventful note; all I was waiting for was to push out that tiny human who had just started doing her cartwheels and for that promotion I was so sure was going to be mine and of course, for peaceful elections. I was particularly worried about the aftermath of the elections seeing as my family and I had no valid passports or valid visas. We were not sure if Nigeria was still going to be Nigeria after the elections but that’s really just a small part of my story.

The promotion bypassed me. Nigeria was still Nigeria but I really thought it was April fool when my water broke on the 1st of April and Oluwafeyikemi came into our lives.

Life went on as usual then one Saturday in July, everything changed. We went for the 4th immunization visit and the doctor noticed Feyi had a really high temperature so she asked that we run some tests. Test results came back and the verdict was bronchopneumonia and that meant admission in the hospital for about 8 days. By the 7th day, the pneumonia had cleared and we thought “Thank God, this is finally over”. But another story entered.

Pediatrician: She has a murmur in her heart, you need to do an echo.

We went to do the echo that Friday afternoon and then it became:

Pediatric Cardiologist: Your daughter has 3 holes in her heart, one very large, one large and a small one. You need to get it fixed before she’s 6 months.

I felt like my heart was going to stop. My baby? Holes in her heart? Not one but three? Three? Why? God why? I had so many questions with no answers. My mum and I left the diagnostic centre so depressed, none of us could cry. I particularly had no tears, my mum on the other hand had a lot to shed but I had to caution her because I knew the hard babe I was forming would turn to mush once she started crying.

We went back to the hospital, informed the health management organization and we were discharged. HMO got back to us with “sorry, we do not handle congenital diseases” and here I had thought we were on the highest subscription package. So, we carried ourselves to the Kanu Heart Foundation, where they said they had over 300 people on the waiting list. We did not have that kind of time so we asked that they get us a quote of how much it would cost to do the surgery in India. India because we were told, they are the best. We also got our own quotes.

But you see, the gist is really not in all that I have typed above. The gist is how God showed off with us and renewed our faith in him. We didn’t have any money, we had just moved houses which was a major cost, my car had just arrived but we needed to come up with about 3 million naira. Lol.

How did I know Feyikemi was going to be fine? Because God already promised us in his word that we will not cast our young and I held on to that word. So even at times, when despair was creeping in, I’d say Feyikemi will be fine over and over again till I believed it. It worked. Also, I had the support of a wonderful group of women and my family.

Somehow, we got all the money we needed and more without borrowing, enough to perform the surgery at one of the best hospitals in India. The surgery was done the day before she turned six months and she is doing very well and adding weight steadily. We have more broke days than plenty but I’m glad to say what we were given is far more than money could ever buy.

This experience showed me exactly what God’s purpose for my life is so I plan to start working on that next year.

Our marriage also went through a very rough patch this year but we’ve been able to pick ourselves up and still honor our commitment to each other. Some days better than others but willingness to work through our issues has really been the key because trust me, there will be days when you and your spouse just do not agree. I’m a realist so I say embrace it and deal with it, you won’t die. This song Power Flow by Monique got me through a large part of 2015.

I say this because, when I was much younger and I thought about marriage, my plan was to be that spouse who never had arguments or disagreements with my partner. The plan was to be the perfect wife…loooooooool. Perfection is relative. Where you are hailing yourself for being perfect at what you think he/she wants, they are looking at you and thinking ‘what is this one doing?’ But it is a forever deal so we have about 70 years to get it right. #NoRush

Career wise, I am still expecting that promotion, hopefully I get my wish in 2016.

Honestly,I really cannot wait for this year to be over because it has been the toughest year of this scam called adulthood but also with the greatest testimonies. It was a rollercoaster and I cannot wait to get off and get back on the carousel that I hope 2016 will be.

At the very least, I get to see bright lights.


The light of God shines on your path already and your child is a blessing to your family. Amen. Thank you for sharing your story.

This evening we have Ireeke the birthday girl giving her 2015 report the way only she knows how. See you then 🙂