Her Story, XIII by Tinnie

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The project aims at looking beyond the smiles of the next person, to see what’s really beneath, what’s really going on? How people really need help and won’t bother saying anything about it but would rather cover it up with a façade of strength, with a smile.
It’s time to look beneath the smile and lend a helping hand. People are going through real things, these are their stories.

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Today’s story was sent in by one of our readers who has asked to be called Tinnie.

This is her story.

Please Read.

The ‘Beneath the Smile’ Project.

behind the smile

While attending an interview at a multinational recently, I was asked a question ‘why are you always smiling?’ and I replied ‘Smiling is a way of life for me’ with a smile.

Diagnosed with life threatening fibroid at a very young age, lost blood like a woman in the labour room every month for 12 days – droplets for 8 days and peace for 10 days, this was her own cycle unlike 3 – 5 day like every normal woman. She was a prayer warrior, the greatest and most wonderful sister and friend I knew ever existed, faced hostilities from both families all because she had only female children and chose the way of God.

She endured hostility from her husband, got abandoned by the same man for two years to fend for herself and children without a job, lived practically from hand to mouth, had the most troublesome daughter ever.  She had every cause to back down, bail out and give up on life and everything it had to offer but instead she was the life of the house and there was never a dull moment with her.

As children we could hardly reconcile what she was going through because of her enthusiastic attitude towards life, to me she was the happiest woman with the greatest challenges that. She had a smile that kept everyone going without thinking of our predicament, that smile and in-depth inexplicable happiness kept her family together and helped her walk through the fire and still coming out stronger.

She died in pain, still smiling, she is my mother, forever in my heart! I saw her go through with all these and I was not left out on facing my own challenges…

From being raped at 13, to struggling to finish secondary school. Then having a great challenge entering the university, almost dropping out in my final year due to financial issues and then becoming the punching bag of my father, awaiting my final freedom in marriage and of course, I’m scared of the male gender as I am, of going to hell but still  I have learnt not to stop smiling and for her I wouldn’t.

I see her in me (not the sickness though) and that makes me happy as ever.
…and yes, I’m that troublesome daughter.

That’s my story.

What’s yours?

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Don’t just read, say a prayer.


N.B. The project goes on with Tomorrow’s  ’His Story, VII’ by Ezechukwu

You can still send in your own true stories to obafuntay@gmail.com

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