Life often tests the strongest among us in unimaginable ways. For this woman, the journey from pain to healing was paved with trials she could never have foreseen. “I saw how he treated others—maids, strangers, anyone who crossed him,” she recalls. “But I thought, ‘He loves me. He wouldn’t treat me that way.’”
Her relationship, initially filled with affection and promises, took a dark turn when she became pregnant. What had seemed like a nurturing bond began unraveling, exposing an abusive reality. “The beatings started when I was six weeks pregnant,” she shares, her voice trembling. “I would shield my tummy with my hands, praying my baby would survive.”
Despite the mounting abuse, societal expectations weighed heavily on her. “Two weeks before my introduction, I knew I couldn’t marry him,” she admits. Yet, the stigma surrounding her pregnancy pushed her to go through the motions, delaying an escape she desperately needed.
When her daughter was born, the abuse escalated. “My baby was just a month and two weeks old when I knew I had to leave,” she says. Still bleeding from childbirth, she mustered the courage to escape, a decision born of love and survival. “If he could do this now, I feared what would happen next.”
Her story of resilience began long before this chapter, however. As a child, she faced profound struggles, escaping a turbulent home life at just 10 years old. “I ran away to Ibadan with my sister,” she recounts. “We sold sachets of pure water under a bridge, trying to survive. Nights were spent in uncompleted buildings.”
Through these early challenges, her bond with her sister became a lifeline. “She was everything to me—my mother, my protector,” she says, recalling moments of shared strength and despair. “Once, she tried to take her own life, and I stopped her. I told her, ‘You can’t leave me alone.’”
But through all the chaos, one thing brought her peace: the rosary. Passed down from her mother, it became her anchor in times of unbearable pain. “I had abandoned faith for a long time, but one day, I found the rosary in a box of old belongings,” she says. “I started praying, bead by bead, even when I didn’t have the words.”
The rosary became her solace, a way to reconnect with herself and find the strength to keep moving forward. Each prayer brought a moment of calm, a reminder of the love and faith she thought she had lost. “I clung to it in those nights I cried myself to sleep,” she shares. “It gave me the courage to leave, to believe that I deserved a better life.”
Today, she credits the rosary for saving her spirit. “It was more than a prayer; it was my lifeline,” she says. With her daughter by her side, she has rebuilt her life, finding peace and purpose in her pain. She now shares her story to inspire others, holding the rosary as a symbol of hope.
“No matter how dark it gets,” she says, her voice steady, “there is light. For me, it was in those beads, in every whispered prayer.”
Her journey is a testament to resilience and the quiet, transformative power of faith, showing that even the smallest acts—a prayer, a bead, a moment of hope—can lead to triumph over life’s greatest challenges.
