When I was very young, I fell inside a well. I almost drowned, but was rescued.

When I was in the College of Education; leaving the theatre at night, I didn't know there was conflict between two fraternities. As I stepped out, some cult guys pointed a gun at me, asking which group I belonged to. I told them I was an ordinary theatre art student and they left me.

Some years ago, I was going to Lagos from Abuja after an event, with a night bus. We were robbed and the thieves threatened to shoot everyone. I remembered a message my Pastor preached about King Hezekiah, telling God to remember his work, when he learnt he was going to die. I was the only one that was not robbed and God saved all of us.

The essence of my story is the only reason we are kept alive is to declare the glory of the Lord. We live, so that God may be glorified.

On the 26th of May 2013, I left the police station, where I was waiting for my relative to bail me out.

Because I was leaving the house where I worked as a maid, the family took me to the police station, so they would not be held responsible for any misfortune that might befall me. I left the house with nothing else but God, my clothes, books and my not yet concluded National Diploma (ND).

I survived days without food. I survived days with rice and palm oil only. I survived.

Four years down the line, I have completed my Higher National Diploma (HND); I have Emotional Intelligence and Fear Mastery coaching certificates. I have learnt so much and I'm still learning.

It has been an incredible journey. I love the woman I am becoming. I have enjoyed grace, love and favour.

When I finished secondary school, I worked as a waiter and my first pay was N500.

I met many people while working as a waiter. I would see people anchor events like Gordons; actors that were masters of ceremony on the side and different comedians. I could only see them from afar. I also learnt courtesy and respect at the time.

It was fun for me because I was meeting people, but the plates were too much *lol*. I was washing serious plates. My hands were so white. 

For 5 years, I worked in a corporate environment as a waiter in the kitchen department. I worked in Express Discount House and Intercontinental Discount House. My bosses are my clients now. They see me and are happy for me and like that I've grown. People invite me and pay my flight to come to the UK to perform. This is for someone who didn't know what he wanted to do in life and who was studyng to become an Accountant.

On October 1, 2005, I became a professional comedian and on October 4, 2005, I got my first professional fee of N5,000.

My parents have just two of us, my brother and I, so from an early age, I wanted more than 2 children. My husband on the other hand, is from a family where there are 6 of them, so we found a balance on the number of children to have.

I heard horrifying stories of conception, labour and delivery before I got pregnant. Then, I discovered the book, "Supernatural Childbirth". I honestly can't remember how I came across the book, but I probably went into a bookstore and looked up everything they had on childbirth, as was typical of me. I also came across Galatians 3:13 which says, “Christ has redeemed us from the curse of the law, having become a curse for us (for it is written, ‘Cursed is everyone who hangs on a tree’).' That was the beginning of a wonderful chidbirth experience for me. 

Each of my 4 pregnancies and delivery was nothing short of supernatural! My husband and I held hands every night and declared what we wanted over our unborn children and we received answers to all of our prayers. I am so blessed.

I found out I was dyslexic after my A levels. I always knew there was an issue but A levels magnified them. I struggled with simple things - Text, signs, telling the time...I still can't tell the time from a clock or wristwatch without having to count the minutes.

It was a lonely existence, living with an undiagnosed learning disability and watching your dreams fall apart.

I came across the word Dyslexia, one day when I was frustrated. I read about it and it was as if the author read my mind. The discovery took me from A to Z in a very short time. My aunt introduced me to Brainex and that was the beginning of my journey to getting better. I was also dealing with depression and a personality disorder and so I started psychotherapy.

I began to share my story on my Instagram page and some people could identify with dyslexia. I built an online community where they could come together and feel good, despite their differences. This gave birth to ONE Word Africa (O.W.A), a dyslexia initiative.

Growing up in Ajegunle, my dream was to become a thug. While other kids were aspiring to be Lawyers, Doctors or Pilots, I wanted to be somebody that would be feared. I would fight every day and I even went as far as beating up people’s mums, anytime they came to ask what I did to their kids. 

On the 28th of April, 1997 something happened. I was invited to a prayer group called Jesus Campaigners by Christiana Essien. I felt strange. I'd never been in a gathering of orderly people. I saw young people speaking English and speaking in tongues. Up until my SS1, I couldn't speak English at all, only Pidgin. 

After 5 minutes, I wanted to leave, but the next thing I remember was people gathered around me and I was crying profusely. That was when I knew something had happened to me. Nobody preached Jesus to me; I had a personal encounter with him. 

I started gathering kids that used to run away from me, and began to preach to them. I went to every mother I had insulted and slapped to apologise and ask for forgiveness. I changed my friends and joined a music group.

Today I am a music minister, a graduate of Olabisi Onabanjo University and I'm also married to a beautiful wife and expecting to be a father soon.  

I grew up in a separated home, and it really affected me. It was hard for me to love.

I was afraid of having a broken marriage, so I didn't care about breaking up my relationships. I just didn't want a broken marriage. I was scared of being heartbroken and I was looking for perfection, not knowing that I wasn't giving myself as well. I was also abused by an aunt. It's not only girls that people take advantage of. Boys are victims too. 

I lived in the ghetto area of Ogudu, where I woke up in the morning to carry sand from the water into the boat around Iyanoworo.

One day my mum told me she had to beg someone on the road for transport fare to return home. My heart broke and I promised myself that whatever it takes, I would succeed. My mum has played a huge role to make that happen and I really appreciate her. My dad too did his best, in his own way. 

Right now, I am standing strong and blessing lives with my music.