- Star Actress, LIZ ANJORIN Reveals Her Shocking Story
From when she was a little girl, star actress Liz Anjorin decided she will do all within her means to succeed and make it in life. She was not prepared to begin to give excuses as to why she failed to make it in life. Below is her true life autobiographical story and her travails as an omo nobody.
“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 because 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” You can only meet your dad and his family when you make it in life..?
I hawk early in the morning before school opens and I have to rush back to an uncompleted KIOSK where we lived to pick something for school, in other not to be late for that days lecture… For a very long time we didn’t eat meat, except during 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”.
“My mum told me to have a baby because she didn’t want the two of us to perish on the street.. Yes! I followed her words but I was turned down by my baby father’s elder brother: If you are seeing this post let me remind you of what you 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. You guys are stinking leave my house or I loosen the dogs and my Mother in-law(Iya Ijebu) ran after us and said;.omo mi, you will follow me to Jos because my son confessed to me that he was the one that defiled you .. ?
“Even when I gave birth to the innocent girl, this man(my baby daddy brother)Â 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 because 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 you that she wants to pee in order to hide me at Fagba bus-stop and immediately you saw me, you told your mother that I cant step into your car and you 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 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 asked” did you 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 elaborate naming for my baby.. Since I got to Jos my baby father didn’t talk to me till the day he left this sinful world(Rip), because his brother made him realize that it’s very ridiculous for him to let a low servant like me have a baby for him.. ?Don’t let me tell you all what I went through in the labour room… (of course a skinny girl that 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 Vagina.
“My suffering doubled again because 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 necause 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 because of the torture and molestation I received from pple as omo nobody. Their molestation made 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 that 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, did 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 because I was framed as emere(wizard) because I was fair in complexion with slit read hair… It was so tough in my toilet cleaning job.
A sister of a friend said, you are too beautiful to do ugly jobs like this: come and start Receptionist job at Oshopey Plaza at Allen Avenue, Lagos.. From there a guy introduced me to Federal Poly Ilaro, I was so scared to go to school because 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 handouts 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 know I was in Lagos then.. I wore my gown to snap and returned to field to sell more handouts. Then I sat myself down on how to make more sales. So I thought of becoming class captain despite the fact that they had chosen one representative before… But I remember my mother said ‘her not being bold made us land in poverty’. So, I stood 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 Seme 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) because nobody came to check or bring things for me in school. My 1st landlord gave me a Quit Notice bcos she noticed when everybody goes for holidays, I always remained at home, though it’s because 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 quartera 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) at Mathew Street. Her mother gushed and said; you’ve letter from America in a joking manner I laughed. Then I saw a big brown envelope, 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 the fact that 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 you are online reading this too: You warned me not to do smuggling business again that it might send me to early grave like others.. I cried and told you that I’ve no family, then you said, will you marry me and I said no sir.. You looked at me and gave me N2500 and said go and get things Customs needs in the bush like shaving creams, boxers, singlets etc but make sure u return my N2500 ..
I went to Trade Fair to get everything, I went back to him. As a boss of the group he forced every Custom officers in his charge to buy it, the 2500 you gave me and instruction to return the money made me sit tight because I cant eat out of the money except I fulfil my promise of returning the N2500… 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 them to call him and he would tell them; that girl is a no go area..
Alhaji Sarumi, you did not turn me down because I said no to your proposal, you didn’t take advantage of my situation. You did not because of our selfish interest say bad things about me to people, instead you called me your daughter… Do you remember when I came with N2500 you gave me?? You said no and I said daddy take and pray for the gain I made you look at me and said; I tested you and you passed in all ways, this remaining gain will sustain you till the rest of your life…
Sir, when I left ur office at (Papalanto), I doubled my hustle and I promised myself never to beg you for money again that instead I will make you 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 2 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 not 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, you 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 bone because it’s meant for the dog… at 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..
Why can’t you use it to prove people wrong that what man can do- woman can do better, that I should prove to them that a child with no family can become a successful person… Mum, I remember when you used to contemplate on; if you had gone to school, If you are a bold type, that maybe we would both have a better life…
Yes mum! that was why I tried my best to go to school despite d fact that i read while I was hawking and that has made me to be dis original.. I don’t fake who i am bcos u told me, being friendly, hard working, loyal, bold, sound and good heart can propel me to anywhere in the world and ofcos all you said is true..
Maami, I remember when I fell down while I was hawking and my cheekbone was completely broken and swelled up that I can’t see well.. We were adviced to withdraw from Able school, so i was sent to Disabled school cos my face scares other student… You ran to a nurse, rolled on the floor and u said; nurse, please remove all my bone and give it to my daughter and she replied; this case is money we don’t need your bone (we were so poor dat we can’t even afford drugs, we only depend on hot water, ora ekun, and agbo).
You took me to village to go do cutting of ofada rice, I can’t forget how we were both scratching our body when rain beat us in rice farm.. It got to a point that I suggested begging, but you told me that beggars and thieves are the same that they both have the same problem which is “No shame” .. You said, if we beg and I become a successful person that the stigma will be there for life.. You said,Okomi, let people know us as a hustler not a beggar or a thief… I remember how you would cut your inner rapper and used it to patched your buba at the back, I remember everything!! My colleagues didn’t know I moved out of Ijebu-Igbo to Ijebu-Ode so that you can live with me.. When I met your brother, I asked him about you and he said you are still hawking; from that day, I vowed that I will never allow you to leave my side again.. Living together with you was a sweet memory.
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)..Of course garri was my own flakes. It was not funny the day I got to know the difference 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 because 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, you kept saying; Eganmidogo iwo omodeyi iran meji oki tosi.. It was Oke at Mathew Street, Pero, that brought hot water and cleaned me up before I proceeded to an uncompleted building(ile alagba) at Daddy Savage Street… Maami, I attempted to commit suicide like 3times and you told me to go ahead.. You used to say; shio, the strength you’ve to kill yourself —–wait for
When I finished school, I left you to get a business or work in Lagos of which your blessing followed me everywhere I went to.. When I got a house in Ikorodu, I came to picked you, we moved around like snail until death snatched u from me.. Death didn’t allow you to ride our dream car with me, you didn’t even sleep in my own house: how I wish you are alive today to see this small showroom with assorted outfit God did for us, I would’ve make you a nice gown with awesome desgn.. You always thought you ain’t brave but to me, u are the bravest woman ever liveth bcos if not for you, I won’t be here today maami… rest on mum ( best stricker).. On the other hand, I was expecting Iya Ijebu to come for xmas last year but unfortunately she died before xmas(so painful).
I will like to stop here for now, we will continue in the nearest future Insha Allah… Thanks for reading, thanks for showing me love and thanks for always being there… To Almighty God, I confirmed u truely liveth.. I’m giving a testimony now, Ya’ Allah please give me more grace to testify more in the future…
To everyone that has contributed to my life in one way or the other, I say a very big thanks to you: For every king and digniatry dat has allow me to sit next to dem, you have made my dreams come true: To those that has hurt me- I forgive you: To those that never met me before but hate me for no reason or for not mingle with people- pls pardon me. I mean no harm.
I am just scared of poverty That’s why I walk alone: for those that turned me down when I needed them, i thank u for making me strive hard: for those that poured sand in my garri behind me, i thank u too… I believe in God, i respect destiny and fear poverty than death… May Almighty Allah never let us suffer?(Amen?)….
Now to every man out there, please think twice b4 u turn ur back to ur wife or the kids bcos when couple separate the children suffer most… Everything I posted about myself is just 25%.. I was tortured and abused physically, emotionally but that will not make me to live a rough life or forget where i was coming from, instead I will double my hustle…
Please always remember me and my girl in your prayer…#Peace?
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