A story of asthma, rejection, abuse, and the love that changed everything.

They Swept Me Away Like Dirt — But God Rewrote My Story

I was just a little girl when my chest began to betray me.

I didn’t know what asthma was.

All I knew was that sometimes I could not breathe — and when you are a child, not being able to breathe feels like dying.

My parents carried me from one big hospital to another. Doctors ran tests. They searched. They guessed. But no one could clearly detect what was wrong with me.

Meanwhile, the crises became my shadow.

They came anywhere. Anytime. Without warning.

One day, it almost ended my life.

I was on top of a moving bike when the crisis started. My chest tightened. My body weakened. I fell off.

If a car had been coming behind us, I would not be alive today.

I was rushed to the hospital and discharged after two days.

But the hospital was not the real battlefield.

The real pain was people.

My friends stopped talking to me. Some fought me. Some called me names. Some avoided me like I was cursed.

Eventually, I dropped out of school. My shoulders could not carry the abuse anymore.

People in my village warned me not to come near their houses. I became isolated. No friends. Just my parents and my sibling.

I cried day and night.

I regretted my existence.

But what broke me the most was my cousin’s mother.

She used a broom to sweep me out of her compound. She warned me never to come near her daughter again.

Just because I was asthmatic.

I stopped going out. I hid from the world. No man wanted to date me. They were afraid.

I never felt what love meant.

But I knew hate.

Through it all, my parents stood by me. They reassured me. They blessed me. They reminded me that I was still valuable.

Then God sent helpers.

Uwazie Veronica walked into my life when everyone else walked out. People warned her about me. She ignored them. She saw beauty in me. She bought me dresses. She visited me.

She treated me like a human being.

In 2021/2022, I met Rev. Fr. Chamberlain. One Sunday in church, I had a crisis. He ran to help me, but people tried to stop him, saying I was possessed.

Possessed.

He later told me what they said. But instead of believing them, he chose to believe me.

He became my friend. He made me smile again.

But even in that season, darkness tried again.

One day during a crisis, my uncle came into the house. I thought he came to help.

He came to molest me.

And in that moment, I realized some of the deepest wounds come from people you trust.

I thought my life would never change.

But in 2022, I met Mr. Kingsley Ofolomah.

He accepted me.

Not my illness. Not the rumors.

Me.

We started dating. He loved me gently and boldly. In December 2023, we got married.

Yes. Married.

The same girl they swept away like dirt became a wife.

In February 2024, he single-handedly brought me to the United Kingdom 🇬🇧.

The girl who was rejected in her own village was now living in another country.

And then — November 2nd, 2024 — I gave birth to the most handsome, sweet, and amazing baby boy.

Emmanuel.

When I held him, I cried.

Because the girl who once regretted existing was now holding a life she created.

This is how my story changed.

Not because the pain did not happen.

But because love found me.

Because God never left me.

Because I refused to stop breathing.

They swept me away.

But today, I stand.

And this time, no one can sweep me again.

thought my life had ended before it even began.

I thought being asthmatic meant being unwanted.

I thought rejection was my destiny.

But I was wrong.

Because sometimes, when the world throws you away like dirt…

God is quietly planting you like a seed.

And I had no idea that everything I went through was preparing me for a love, a life, and a future I never imagined.

They avoided me.

They swept me away like I was nothing.

But they forgot something important.

They did not create me.

And the God who gave me breath never stopped watching over me.

What they saw as weakness…

He was preparing as testimony.

What they thought would destroy me…

Was building me.

This is not the story of a girl who was rejected.

This is the story of a girl who survived.

And my redemption was already on the way.

This was not the end of my story.

It was only the beginning.

Part 2 coming soon.

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