The first time her
story was heard, it sounded like fairy tale from a storybook meant for
the movies. To get to the root of the matter, Abuja Metro went in search
of Mrs. Ann Ifenyinwa Diugwu, the woman from Ukehe, in Igbo-Etiti,
Enugu State, who delivered a baby girl after four mysterious years of
pregnancy.
When she
finally accepted to speak on her extraordinary experience in her home in
Mararaba, a suburb of FCT, she left no one in doubt on the veracity of
the story. She did not only show a test result to kill any form of doubt
of the four agonising years.
From one
hospital to another and from one spiritual home and churches to another,
the magnitude of her problem got to a complex insoluble one until she
eventually got a break she called divine intervention through a woman,
who directed her to a prayer house. She said the woman that owned the
prayer house, called Sister Ngozi, fought an intensive spiritual battle
with forces of darkness responsible for her ordeal, which started in
July 2008 until she was finally delivered of the baby girl on November
16, 2012.
Her
shocking story When I conceived in July 2008, I started antenatal care
at the Nyanya General Hospital after the fourth month. The hospital
confirmed my pregnancy, but one month later, they started doubting my
status after some medical checks. They urged me to go for scan since
they could not see anything in my womb any more. I became surprised when
the scan result indicated that there was no baby in my protruding tummy
even when I still felt the kicks. I came home disappointed and narrated
my ordeal to my husband. Meanwhile, that was not my first, second or
third pregnancy.
So, I
should know what it means to be pregnant having successfully delivered
three babies previously though I lost the two males. I started moving
from one hospital to another and from one spiritual home to another for
the solution to my problem.
It's not
fibroid While dismissing the impression that it would be fibroid related
medical case, Diugwu, still fighting to come to the realities of the
mystery of the pregnancy and delivery, said: "There was never a time I
was diagnosed of having fibroid in all the tests we ran then."
It could
not have been fibroid because I have had three pregnancies in the past
without experiencing any antenatal problem like this last one. The
challenges I passed through were losing the two males few years after
their delivery. I lost my first boy, full of life, in 2001 before having
my first daughter in 2005 who is still alive today.
The second
baby boy that came in 2006 also died. While the first boy died after two
years and four months under mysterious circumstances, the second baby
boy that suffered from strange illness two months after delivery, was
sick until he died two years later. "In fact, I passed through
excruciating suffering for the second baby boy. The suffering was even
more than the four-year pregnancy.
There were
no hospitals, both private clinics and public facilities we did not
visit to save his life. We spent almost all our earning to solve the
problem before he died. Most times we bought a particular injection sold
for N5000 to contain the unusual hot head he had all through. He
eventually died at a private hospital in Mararaba after two years of the
battle to save his life. Pastors saw tortoise in my womb During the
unusual and protracted pregnancy, I saw hell in the hands of advisers,
experts and men of God.
I got
suggestions to go for evacuation of my womb in hospital. But I refused
the advice. Honestly, many of the men of God worsened my situation when
after prayers they told me that either a tortoise or a strange object in
my womb was responsible for my problem.
Almost all
of them told me that enemies had changed the baby in my womb to
something else. We spent so much money to meet the financial demands of
these pastors, who sometimes request up to N15,000 to N20,000 for
prayers and deliverance.
We
travelled to many parts of the country, especially to the South East in
search of solution, making it even difficult to raise money for our
feeding. I recall that before meeting the woman of God, one pastor in
Enugu who I thought would solve the problem attributed my predicament to
spiritual attack from my neighbours. He looked so real that even
without narrating my predicament to him, he told me how the enemies used
periodic blood dropping to deceive me that I was no longer pregnant
even when my tummy has enough evidence of my pregnancy." After an
embargo from my husband to end any form of visit to spiritual homes,
help came through a concerned neighbour that directed me to a woman,
Sister Ngozi, who operates a prayer ministry.
Fixing the problem.
After many
years of fruitless search for solution, I however met one woman on my
street and narrated my ordeal to her. She directed me to the spiritual
home of Sister Ngozi. After she prayed for me on the first day, she
confirmed that a baby was in my womb, but lamented that evil forces had
covered it. She assured me of victory in the battle, declaring that her
home was the last point of search, just as she urged me to prepare for
the battle to save the baby.
I kept
visiting the spiritual home for years until one day the woman ordered me
to go for another scan. I reluctantly did and created a scene with my
loud scream when the scan result confirmed that there was indeed a baby
in my womb. I commenced another antenatal care at the Nyanya General
Hospital for six months from the time the scan test confirmed that the
baby in my womb was three months old. Fresh challenge At a time I
thought the battle had been won, another directive shattered the hope of
delivering the baby safely. Apart from the directive from Sister Ngozi
that we must move to another home, when labour finally set in, it became
obvious that caesarean surgery could be the only way out. Sister Ngozi
kept warming that the only option was for us to relocate. When the
expected date of delivery became unrealistic, she was emphatic that
labour would start the day we moved from where we lived, and further
delay could cost the life of the baby and myself.
Respite
however came when she urged other women that attended her prayer
sessions to raise money to enable us pay house rent of the new place.
True to her word, labour started in the night of the day I went to
inspect the new house my husband wanted to rent. I went to the hospital
that night and could not deliver for almost 12 hours.
However, a
new challenge came when the doctor told me I won't have normal delivery.
He said the baby was very weak, insisting that caesarean surgery would
be the only option to save my life and my baby. The doctor charged
N120,000 for the surgery, but my husband pleaded with him to save our
lives first while he sourced for the money. We were lucky that the
doctor accepted and carried out the surgery without any initial deposit.
Help came from our kinsmen, women and concerned Nigerians that
contributed to help us leave the hospital. More confusion But even
after the bill had been settled, I could not leave the hospital more
than two weeks after because of another N23,000 debt we needed to
settle. The doctor refused to release us because according to him, some
people had in the past abused such kindness. One day, a man I did not
even know not only wrote-off the debt but also gave my new baby N3,000
in addition. Following the warning by Sister Ngozi not to return to the
previous home, I left the hospital to the new home because my husband
had relocated while we were in hospital.
I am still pregnant
I want to
assure you of my vow to defeat the enemies fighting to ensure that I
would never have a male child. While the four-year pregnancy lasted, I
once had a dream that there were three babies in my womb. I told my
husband about my dream and we prayed over it especially as somebody
fought to snatch the other babies from me in the dream. Even while I was
pregnant, the kicking in my womb was more than that of a baby. So, one
week after delivery, I started feeling the kicks of those babies in my
womb again. I told my husband about it while I was still in the hospital
so that people will not falsely accuse me of having an affair with him
that would result in the pregnancy for the babies in my womb now.
I can tell
you boldly that it is not one baby that is in my womb now. I have not
gone for scan or pregnancy test because they would still tell me they
did not see anything. As it is now, people have even started noticing my
pregnancy already. I am just waiting for directive from Sister Ngozi
whom God used to solve my long problem. She has already confirmed seeing
me delivering a baby boy.
From revelation, God told her they would have killed the baby boy if I had delivered him the same time.
Asking for assistance
Already
looking down and out, she managed to say: "I want to beg Nigerians to
help us because we are now without any financial aid. How do I cope with
a barely two months old little baby in my hands and possibly two others
still kicking in my womb? Only God knows what I am going through. I
have not even gone for thanksgiving because there is no money for that."
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