28/04/2026
So… I remember that period like it was yesterday.
Everything just scattered at the same time.
No job, no steady income, rent was already overdue, and my children were looking at me every morning like, “Mummy, what are we eating today?” And honestly, I didn’t even have a confident answer anymore. I had reached that point where even my prayers were tired. I would just sit and say, “God… if You’re still there, please don’t forget me.”
There was a particular morning I won’t forget. I sat on the floor in my room holding my last ₦2,000. Just that amount. I laughed at myself because at that point, crying had finished. It was like my body had accepted defeat.
I said to myself, “So this is how everything ends?”
I planned to use the money buy small rice and beans so my children would at least eat something for two days. As I was getting ready to step out, my phone rang. Unknown number.
Normally, I would ignore it. But that day, something just pushed me to pick.
“Hello, is this Charity?”
“Yes, speaking.”
“This is regarding a small empowerment programme you were nominated for some time ago. We couldn’t reach you before, but your details have now been confirmed. You’ve been selected for support. Can you come in today for verification?”
I just stood there.
I even looked at my phone again like maybe I misheard.
“Are you sure?” I asked, my voice already shaking.
“Yes. And you will also receive startup support immediately after verification.”
I dropped the call and just sat down again. This time, I didn’t even know when tears started coming. Not tears of pain this time… but shock. Confusion. Relief. Everything mixed together.
Because just like that… in the exact moment I thought I was finished… help came.
I went for the verification that same day. By evening, I was given support to start something small. Nothing flashy. Nothing magical. But it was enough to stand again.
And I won’t lie, life didn’t suddenly become perfect overnight. But something changed inside me. Hope came back. Strength came back. Breath came back.
Looking back now, I understand it clearly.
That season I thought God was silent… He was actually working in ways I couldn’t see.
Because truly, when I was already at the edge and had nothing left to hold on to… that was when I saw His mighty hand the most.
And I don’t say it like theory o… I say it as somebody that lived it.