I was raped twice in once night at a hotel party when I was 17. The first was a security guard who came into the hotel room, told us we were good if we kept the noise down. He had some drinks and smoked a little. He asked me how old I was. I told him and he said since I wasn’t old enough to drink, I needed to leave & he would call my parents to pick me up.
🚨🇵🇹 Portugal coach Jorge Jesus on why he called up Cristiano Ronaldo: “His performance is what matters. The past doesn’t count”.
“Cristiano is a player like all the others. If he is performing well, he will play. If he isn’t, he won’t”.
“He has a different status and has won five Ballon d’Or awards, but does that influence my decisions? No”.
“But is he a different player? Absolutely”.
In 2020, all I had was ₦20,000 I made from my days of playing Bet9ja.
My girlfriend at the time, who is now my wife, was a fresher at the University of Ibadan and needed some money to start a business.
I honestly didn’t think twice.
I sent her the money and supported her as she started her perfume business.
Later that same year, I made some really bad decisions.
A friend and I took money from some friends to trade with, and we lost everything.
We ran into serious debts, and things became crazy.
I had to sell almost everything I had.
I was depressed.
I got to a point where I considered selling one of my kidneys just to pay off the debts.
I even considered suicide.
Yeah, it was that terrible.
But while all of this was happening, something else was happening too.
My girlfriend’s business was growing.
And not just growing a little.
It was doing really well.
She was young. Beautiful. A student. She had her own money. She had every reason to walk away from a man who had nothing to offer at that point.
But she stayed.
She took care of me.
She fed me.
She clothed me.
She supported me.
She stood by me through what was probably the lowest point of my life.
Looking back now, I realise that she could have left.
There were probably many women who would have.
She had enough reasons to choose herself and walk away.
But she didn’t.
She stayed.
Today, when I think about the woman I have beside me, I don’t just see my wife.
I see the young girl who believed in me when I had nothing.
I remember those sacrifices.
I remember those difficult days.
And I just want to say:
Thank you, my woman. ❤️
Thank you for staying.
Thank you for believing.
Thank you for loving me when loving me wasn’t convenient.
I will never forget.