December 12, 2017 – Nollywood Yoruba Actress Liz Anjorin Says She Attempted Suicide 3 Times In Touching Grass To Grace, Life Story
Yoruba actress Liz Anjorin who recently opened a clothing store in Lagos has left her fans speechless after she began telling her heartbreaking life story a couple of days ago via her official Instagram page @ Lizzyanjorin.
The single mother of a grown girl, popular for her hardworking and outgoing nature said her life trouble started when her parents lost it all and she had to take to the streets with her mother to hustle in order to make ends meet.
She later secured a job at a local restaurant where she was impregnated, an ordeal she thought would end her life.
Life became more hard when her baby daddy refused to accept the child because she is a girl.
Although she is still developing the story, from what she shared on Instagram so far, it is quite obvious that she lived a life of struggle before she breaks into the limelight.
Here is the story she used to catch fans up guard.
My Grace To Grace Story By Lizzy Anjorin
I’m locking it down today for Almighty Allah, my late mum and the people that have been patronizing me… Infact yesterday was a joyful day for me and it’s also a day that draws me back to my childhood memories, but i was down since 2am till now , i cant even attend to pple properly because someone is missing .. though nobody knows all this about me except I tell them bcos I don’t keep friends but today. i’ve be been liberating pple on my platform wit orisirisi stories but today am telling u mine for pple to knw life is not a bed of rose.
I give glory to Allah for His genuine love and His protection..
Each time i think about it, I get scared on how to make it bcos I was born with a silver spoon but everything scattered that I can’t even be identified with a panda spoon as a child… I grew up with my mum alone on the street, we hustle together, we were both forsaken and forgotten on street, we both worked 20hrs, slept for 2hrs and arranged our goods for 2hrs: it was tough and lonely.. it got to a point that i asked my mum the whereabouts of my dad and she told me; u can only meet ur dad and his family when u make it in life..
I hawk early in the morning b4 school opens and I have to rush back to an uncompleted KIOSK we lives to pick something for school in order not to be late for that day lectures… For a very long time we don’t eat meat except raining season when we picked tiny snails to eat, we picked carton on refuse-disposal to sleep and whenever it rained we both remained standing.. Whenever she went hustling, i did “Omo odo alamala’ and that was where I met my baby father.
Mum, u told me to have a baby bcos u don’t want the two of us to perish on the street.. Yes! I followed your words but i was turn down by my baby father’s elder brother: if u are seeing this post let me remind u of what u said to my baby daddy in front of me and my mum then, you said; mama ko possible se eyin le gba iru e, omo commissioner wa n be aburo mi o fe, what did he see in this poor servant of a poor restaurant, u guys are stinking leave my house or i loose the dogs and my Mother in-law(Iya ijebu) ran after us and said;.omo mi, u will follow me to Jos bcos my son confessed to me that he was the one dat defiled u..
Even when I gave birth to the innocent girl, this man(my baby daddy brother) refused to touch her till date despite the fact that my baby daddy died few months after I gave birth to my daughter.. even after we lost the child’s father: you didn’t give us a dime bcos I be omo nobody to you but thanks to my baby father’s mother(Iya Ijebu terminus market Jos), she stood by me then… I remember when we were going to Jos, mama told me to hide and lied to u that she want to pee in order to hide me @fagba bus-stop and immediately u saw me u told ur mother dat i cant step into ur car and u dropped mama loads instantly and zoomed-off.. I sat on motor-engine from ido to Jos(you can imagine how painful it was)..
I can’t even remember how many times I fell down with the pregnancy trying to sell to customers what we don’t have in mama’s shop bcos I believe I must make money for her, she must not regret of bringing me to Jos bcos her son warned her.. I got to Jos with one cloth and Ghana-must-go bag filled with nylon.. she told me to change my cloth but i was shivering, so she opened the bag and saw plenty nylon, then she said; did u mistakenly pick someone’s refuse and I told her dat, that was the nylon i do slept on, then she opened her wardrobe and gave me 10 new wrappers.. She never called me to ask for money, even when I sent money to her, she told me not to send money again and get on my feet first.
I can never forget you(my mother in-law) iya rere… On my baby naming ceremony, she sat as my husband and she did an elaborated naming for my baby.. Since i got to Jos my baby father didn’t talk to me till the day he left dis sinful world(rip), bcos his brother made him realized that it’s very ridiculous for him to let a low servant like me have a baby for him.. Don’t let me tell u all what i went through in the labour room… <ofcos a skinny girl dat had sex once in her life> even the doctor was wondering if i was holy mary they brought out scissors to help the virginity, i can’t even forget how i held the bed sheet and gnashed my teeth on the wet cloth during the cutting and sewing of my V…
My suffering doubled again cos I had a baby girl, they made me realized that female child holds no value in their family and male child is the real child.. I endured and cried often; I couldn’t even imagine what my poor mother was going through all alone at that moment bcos she had me with menopause, she is aged already and that’s what prompted me to determine and focus that I’ve to make it in life.. i left the baby when she was a year and half old and I never set my eyes on her until she clocked 10yrs bcos of the tortured and molestation I received from pple as omo nobody.. their molestation made me to determined to die on the street or make it and go back for the child, so I came to Lagos from Jos. When i got to Lagos i didn’t go to my mum bcos she will be so disappointed in me bcos she won’t understand what I passed through except iya ijebu… Everybody don’t want omo nobody in their midst, the day i left my daughter, she was crying bitterly and dat day i re-named her to <oluwa mo n lo durotimi> <let me be able to come back for her.
So i became church rat, i slept in churches, do odd jobs in day time.. May God bless the churches i slept in then but i can’t forget how many times i was beaten with bunch of broom bcos I was framed as emere(wizard) cos i was fair in complexion with slit read hair… It was so tough in my toilet cleaning job;
A sister of a friend said, u are too beautiful to do ugly job like this: come and start receptionist job at Oshopey plaza @ allen avenue.. From there a guy introduced me to federal Poly Ilaro, i was so scared to go to school bcos i’ve nobody.. I got to school but on our matriculation day i’ve no single family present on that joyous day instead i was busy selling handout of Mr Kolawole banking and finance, to my fellow freshers, I saw many families snapping and giving foods and it saddened my heart, though my mum didn’t knw i was in Lagos then.. i wore my gown to snap and returned to field to sell more handout, then i sat myself down on how to make more sales so i thought of becoming class captain despite the fact dat dey choose one rep b4… but i remember my mother said ‘her not being bold made us land in poverty’ so i stood on my grand of doing another election in which i won, but the other Class Rep. refused to step down, so we both claimed to be rep.. Though nobody knew my aim was to make more sales of lecturers handouts, so that i can get money to pay my school fees… I need to pay my school fees balance in order to seat for exam….
I engaged in deadly business by transporting goods from Igolo ( boundry of semen and ogun state) to Sango to sell… Unfortunately for me, we were attacked and i was the only soul that survived “others died instantly”… People mocked me with the most terrible name, they called me Akudaya(ghost) bcos nobody came to check or bring things for me in school, my 1st landlord gave me a quit notice bcos she noticed when everybody go for holidays, I always remained at home though it’s bcos I’ve no place to go.. The shame of pple calling me akudaya made me tried jamb so as to change my environment.. On the examination day, I got to the centre late: answered 3 quarter of the questions and i later scored 201. I gained admission into akungba and i didn’t know, i got to know after a year when i went to greet my friend(oke) @ mathew street, her mother gushed and said; u’ve letter from america in a joking manner .
I laughed, then i saw a big brown envelop, I opened it and behold, it was my law admission letter from Akungba University: I traveled there all alone, slept in stranger’s house but to my greatest surprise, the admission is gone…
I ran back to Osu but they had some delays then so I was given Transport Planing and Management despite my dream was to become a lawyer so that I can advocate for every street child but I accepted it with faith.. Then i met one Alhaji Sarumi a Customs officer: i know u are online reading this too: U warned me not to do smuggling business again that it might send me to early grave like others.. I cried and told u that i’ve no family, then u said, will u marry me and I said no sir.. U looked at me and gave me #2500 and said go and get things Customs needs in the bush like shaving creams, boxers, singlets etc but make sure u return my #2500 ..
I went to trade fair to get everything, i went back to him. As a boss of the group he forced every customs officers in his charge to buy it, the 2500 u gave me an instrustruction to return the money made me sit tight cos i cant eat out of the money except i fulfil my promise of returning the #2500… Alhaji Sarumi made sure he introduced me to all customs officers that works around him then, imposed my goods on them and he make sure none of them molest me… If they ask me out, i would tell dem to call him and he would tell dem; that girl is a no go area..
Alhaji sarumi, U did not turn me down bcos i said no to ur proposal, u didn’t took advantage of my situation, u did not bcos of ur selfish interest say bad things about me to people, instead u called me your daughter… Do u remember when i came with #2500 u gave me?? U said no and i said daddy take and pray for the gain i made and u looked at me and said; I tested u and u passed in all ways, this remaining gain will sustain u till the rest of ur life…
Sir, when I left ur office at (papalanto), i doubled my hustle and I promised myself never to beg u for money again that instead i will make u proud of me.. So I proceeded to Osu…
Some people will ask where is your mother’s family ?? Hmmm… And some do ask why don’t you show off your daughter; The reason why i don’t flaunt my daughter on social media is bcos I want her to show the whole world what she got in her brain by not slaying with her Mama’s fame… Please let us all have patience for her bcos if she is omo nobody, nobody will want to meet her..
I got to know this when my Mum took me to two rich families; one at Dopemu and the other at Alasia, Lagos to stay with the hope that they will help our situation then.. But the one at Dopemu turned us down and said I’m not fit to be their house maid,she said dis one that does nt ve intestine
The other one at Alasia accepted me(Daddy kola). We are in social media world now and i hope u can see this. Daddy was very nice and promised my mum to take care of me. My mother called me to a corner, knelt down with tears on her eyes and said; Jo Segan mi dogo, jo ma doju timi, we both cried and separated that day.. The story changed when grandma came, she asked his son that omo tani eleyi,
Daddy Kola replied and said; omo ( lagbaja) ni but mama instantly said; she can’t stay here (despite this mama is my family relative). She then told her son that; awon omo irankiran leleyi, do you want her poverty to spread to you, who knows who caused their misfortune(I cried bitterly that day)
Mama, u knocked my forehead to a pulp, your son begged you for weeks before you later succumbed. But that house was worse than hell afterward.. You would ask me to fetch over 50 buckets(IRON) of water from downstairs to upstairs, I dare not try to eat house food except dog food(water soup and bone ) and i dare not try to touch the born bcos it’s meant for the dog… @ Iya Enny and Ronke, you guys fought me several times not to treat Rotimi the same way I treats my house help, so that my daughter will not hold it against me, but I do tell you guys that I don’t want any child that lives with me see me taking good care of my girl than them bcos to me, we are all equal before God..
This is where I learnt to treat kids equally; I was told that Garri and Epa are the same with cornflakes by Big sister(Daddy K’s younger sis)..ofcos garri was my own flakes it was not funny the day I got to know the different between the two. It was on a fateful day while I was setting table for the beautiful children(though it was my normal routine), I would add cornflakes, water, sugar and milk together then put it on the table for the children to drink, so one of the kids put a spoon in my mouth and I was wondered why you(Aunty Ronke) lied to me that cornflakes is the same with Garri and Epa, but the slap i got sent me back to reality just bcos one of the kids put a spoon of cornflakes in my mouth, I still can’t forget how grandma slapped the hell out of my mouth that day..
After few weeks, grandma was about 65yrs then, someone wrote a love letter, stole daddy’s money from his pocket and planted it in my Poly bag.. Daddy was going to work that day and he couldn’t find his money where he kept it, so he was mad and searched for his money thoroughly, so Grandma made a suggestion that they should search my bag, but to my greatest surprise; as they turned my bag upside down, they found my rags under and the love letter with daddy’s money was on top…
I am writing this with tears bcos u made me see demon face to face at such a tender age, I was sent back ‘half-dead, i was blackmailed and tortured mercilessly on something i knew nothing about… On my way back to my mum, tears couldn’t let me see road well, so i was knocked down by a hit and run danfo at Alasia bus top, i was covered wit blood, i got to my mother’s hideout but my mother closed her eyes and sent me away..
Maami, u kept saying; Eganmidogo iwo omodeyi iran meji oki tosi.. It was Oke at mathew street, Pero, that brought hot water and cleaned me up b4 i proceeded to an uncompleted building(ile alagba) at daddy savage street…
Maami, I attempted to commit suicide like 3times and u told me to go ahead.. You used to say; shio, the strength u’ve to kill yourself….. To Be Continued…
Note: This is just part 1 to part 7 of her Grass to Grace story. It is still developing.