A Nigerian lady has narrated how her in-laws abandoned her and her children after her husband’s death because she is from Abia tribe ‘Ngwa’.
The lady who is celebrating the birth of her son, said he was born weeks after her husband’s death. She also claimed that even after she notified her late husband’s parents of the birth of their grandchild, they blocked her number and abandoned her thereafter.
Dorine Darlington Obi also recalled being told several times that “her sin was coming from the ‘Ngwa’ tribe in Abia state.” She further disclosed that after her in-laws got news of her becoming successful than everyone expected, they attributed it to prostitution.
On this day , four years ago , I removed my mourning cloths. See me looking hungry and unkept.
In fact I was even glowing here…lol Let me share something God did .
My pastor’s wife had advised me not to have my baby while mourning . that I should try and remove the mourning cloth before baby comes. OK, baby’s date was Oct 4. My late daughter was born on Oct 5th.
I prayed and cried before the alter that God brings my baby before October. I asked that my baby comes ending of September as I was even tired of everything. After three months of mourning and I had fixed the Thanksgiving date for Sept 18th.
So I could prepare for baby’s arrival .( working with doctor’s timing ) One afternoon, I started crying while singing, questioning God . I cried and slept off. In a trance kind of, I was told to remove my mourning cloth that weekend.
I woke up, wiped my tears and put a call across to inform the church that I have changed my mind on the date. As it would be done that weekend.
Guess what, I removed my mourning cloth on 4th September and had my baby a week after 12th Sept. ( God’s timing) If i hadn’t listened, I would have had my baby while mourning as I had already fixed on 18th Sept.
Even God knew I had a great child in me and didn’t want him tied to mourning tradition. Thank you God for how far I have come.
I am here to return all the glory without reservation. A week later I had my king. My great man came through.
I put a call across to his dad’s parents to tell them I had given birth to a son for Obi. I called both of them severally without response.
Then I sent a text message telling them I had put to bed to a baby boy and also told them the name of their child. Prince Jassiel Chikamso Obichukwu jnr. I sent the message to both grand parents number.
I got a reply ” To God be the glory . amen. And Glory be to God respectively. The next thing. My number was blocked from both numbers . lolzz.
That was how I packed myself and told myself the bitter truth. Dorine , you are not wanted neither are your kids. Brace yourself, take care of them. They are all you got right now and make your late hubby proud.
At a point sometimes, I would cry while breastfeeding my son . I would apologise to him and his sister for facing such hatred.
I beat myself up severally for going into a family where I was not loved ( I wasn’t aware before marriage ). I was depressed those times. Postpartum depression set in. I started seeing my getting married as the worst mistake I ever did. I was very young .
My kids were rejected. I wish Obi in his grave could see that a family he slaved for abandoned his children after his death. The only crime I committed was coming from Ngwa ( Abia State) I was told to my face severally. Till today , non of their father’s family came to see their grand son and nephew . lolzz.
I gave myself courage to hustle very hard and smart to give them the best I could . God came through and bestowed strength and Grace on me. Today , we are doing well. We do not look a bit like what life put us through . Our trials has shaped me into a strong, resilient, confident , hardworking , streetwise ,happy woman .
When men thought I couldn’t do it. God did and still does it for me. I have come to return the glory after four whole years. Chukwu okike , oke mmuo, Chinasaram Okwu, chinalurum Ogu, Ebubedike , Chi si n’ebe ikpofu ahihia bulue Dorine na umu ya elu, Omeokachie . naara ekele m ooo. Allow me laugh while I can.
There were times laughter was far from me, all I had was tears . Severally , I was mocked to my face. They said let them see who will buy me expensive gifts again. That I will see the real frustration. I remember one encounter , I was walking out of the market during those times . I saw one of my sisters in-law and brother in-law. The brother in-law on seeing me turned his back while the sister in-law laughed rhetorically at me. She said, see her. This is just the beginning of your frustration.
I walked pass like I didn’t see anyone nor hear anyone. When the news came that I was beginning to do better than everyone expected . They said I was into prostitution . lolzz On hearing that, My prayer request changed .
I asked God to give me more customers because a prostitute without a customer will be frustrated with hunger. Today, I can eat , feed my kids. Cloth myself , cloth my kids and still have a little to feed the homeless with .
Is this God not amazing ? In whatever you are passing through . hear me now, no man has the final say over your life. Maduabughichi ma ncha. I promise you I am not crying , just cutting some onion . lolzz.