I got married in November 2009 which wasn’t a long time but sometime in March 2010, I had some very severe pain so we went to the hospital and the doctor decided to do a scan and told me I had fibroid. I said it can’t be possible because my period was delayed; I was expecting to hear that I was pregnant and from there we’ll go and celebrate. I said I can’t have fibroid so I went to another clinic and repeated the test and they said it’s not just one. They referred me to the gynecologist so I started the clinic.

The doctor asked when I got married and said then I should be pregnant with or without fibroid. He asked me to run a series of tests; from hormone profile to HSG: so many of them are very painful and expensive tests. In the long run, he said that my hormone profile is very low and he thinks I stopped ovulating a long time ago.

I told him it was impossible because I had being seeing signs of ovulation but He said they are pseudo signs which doesn’t mean that I am ovulating and they were going to place me on some medication and there was no improvement, they were going to place me on stronger ones. My husband said there was nothing wrong with me and that I was just wasting money. He said I should just give myself time.

Sometimes I would take time off work to go and do tests and when I get back I would tell him the amount I had spent and he would insist that he already told me to relax that there was nothing wrong with me. However, in the midst of all these, I kept inviting some of my friends and colleagues for programs in church.

There was this particular colleague I was fond of. One day, I approached her and she said what is it this time around? I said Discovery and she asked me to please hold it. Are you not married like me? You go and take it first and then come and invite me! I felt bad. That day when I was going home, I just boarded a taxi. I didn’t even wait for the colleague that usually dropped me off at Yaba.

When I entered the taxi, the driver, an old man; was playing a cassette and the voice sounded familiar. I was lost in my own thoughts and the next thing I heard was somebody shout hallelujah. I just sat up and he said some of you are afraid of praying for people to get testimonies because you have not gotten one yourself. He said when you have a miracle you would be bold to pray for someone to have a miracle: if Moses had not touched the rod that turned to snake he wouldn’t have been able to enter Pharaoh’s presence.

I said this is it, Father I thank you. When I came down the man said you look worried, do you want to keep the tape and I said no Sir, someone else will need to hear that. He said he is a minister and that it was minister’s conference. Initially, when I get home every evening I would get my laptop and start to browse on fibroid, inability to conceive and all the negative thoughts but that day, I said no more. I will get into the word and look for what God has said concerning me and from that day I shut down my laptop. From then on, whenever I returned from work, I read through my bible and confessed God’s word over myself and then I ran to fix dinner before my husband returned. The pregnancy eventually came.

I attended  Discovery  for women themed ‘something to laugh about” last year June and I said I must testify today to tell someone that when Pastor says one year you will return, it’s not a joke. That day I sat over there and I was overly sure that I was ready for God. It was that same day Pastor Nomthi testified that Fountain is a fruitful church and that was all I needed whether the message went that way or not, it was just ok for me. Pastor preached about how Sarah waited and conceived.

After the service, I was happy and went home. The next day was fruitful vine, I attended witgh my sister who came to encourage me. When Pastor called people to be prayed for, I wasn’t even wearing my shoes, I just ran out and said I must be the first to be laid hands on. The pregnancy wasn’t easy, I didn’t even know I was pregnant. One day they just wanted to repeat scan to see how the fibroid had progressed and they said I was pregnant. I said it wasn’t true and then the trauma started.

I had cases of attempted abortion, I was admitted for weeks and had to resign from work. After a while, doctors decided to sew my cervix up so that I wouldn’t miscarry. It was so painful. I was always at home on complete bed rest.

Then one day my sister-in-law called that her Pastor said your wife may not take in and if she does its either you don’t see the baby or the baby doesn’t see you. I said give me the phone so I could tell her pastor what my Pastor has declared and she said it wasn’t necessary so it doesn’t sound like an exchange of words as she was much older than my husband. I kept praying telling God that as far as I was pregnant, I would bring forth my child and by the following year, I would testify at the next Discovery for women rally.

On the 3rd of March, I had my baby. Praise the Lord