I started praying and fasting too and each time I mentioned it as a prayer point hubby would open his eye and reluctantly pray about it then one day he reminded me that we had an agreement and have to walk together with that agreement. I switched to herbal and there’s hardly any root, herbs, anema, I didn’t take…I’d drink, chew and pump my belly but every month the result remained the same.
Prophecies came from different directions. Some said my womb had been tied and I would never be able to conceive again, some said there was a pot swallowing my babies, etc. Medically I wasn’t fit, spiritually I lost it and physically I gave up.

Thanks to the “When women pray” fellowship where I got the most encouragement, my mum and dad never ceased praying for my maternity.

Good friends and family members also stood in the gap. I don’t even want to talk about the insults I received. I remember one mother’s day I wished myself a happy Mother’s day and a friend came under my post to remind me that I wasn’t a mum yet…another person on my birthday post asked why I hadn’t conceived yet. Street people who didn’t know I understood the local Efik language ridiculed and insulted me, church members kept looking out and stylishly mocking me to a point where I stopped going to church.