Exclusive! Why I Abandoned My Baby For Nine Years— Lizzy Anjorin

Hers is a story of grass-to-grace. Actress and mother of one Lizzy Anjorin revealed a part of her nobody knew in this article. Though she tried writing like a letter to her late mum, she ended up revealing her humble beginning and life as a neglected child.

She said in some posts on Instagram:

“Its undiluted truth not fiction. 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 hustled together, we were both forsaken and forgotten on street, we both worked 20 hours, slept for 2 hours and arranged our goods for 2hours.
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 hawked early in the morning before school opened and I rushed back to an uncompleted kiosk we lived to pick something for school in order not to be late.
For a very long time we didn’t eat meat except raining season when we picked tiny snails to eat. We picked cartons from refuse-dumps to sleep and whenever it rained, we both remained standing.
Whenever she went hustling, I did “Omo odo alamala'(sales attendant at food canteen) and that was where I met my baby father.

Mum, you told me to have a baby because you didn’t want the two of us to perish on the streets.
Yes! I followed your words but I was turned down by my baby father’s elder brother.
The elder brother told my baby daddy in the presence of my mum and I, “mama ko possible se eyin le gba iru e, omo commissioner wa n be aburo mi o fe, (Mama, its not possible, a commissioner’s daughter is available but my brother didn’t marry her) what did he see in this poor servant of a poor restaurant?You guys are stinking, leave my house or I loose the dogs.’
Then 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 who deflowered you.’

Even when I gave birth to the innocent baby—a girl, this man (my baby daddy’s 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, the brother didn’t give us a dime because I was ‘omo nobody’(daughter of nobody) but thanks to my baby father’s mother, she is called Iya Ijebu at the terminus market in Jos. She stood by me then.
I remember when we were going to Jos. Mama told me to hide and told a lie to her son (elder brother to my baby daddy) that she wanted to pee, so that she could hide me.
Immediately, he saw me, he told his mum that I could not step into his car, dropped his mum’s baggage and drove 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 didn’t have in mama’s shop because I believed I must make money for her. She must not regret bringing me to Jos since her son warned her.
I got to Jos with a dress and Ghana-must-go bag filled with nylon.She told me to change my dress but I was shivering. So she opened the bag and saw plenty nylons!
Then she asked, “did you mistakenly pick someone’s refuse? I replied that was the nylon used for sleeping!
She then 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.

Baby Arrival
On my baby naming ceremony, my mother-in-law 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).
This was because his brother made him realize that it’s very ridiculous for him to let a lowly servant like me have a baby for him!
‎Don’t let me tell you all what I went through in the labour room— a skinny girl who had sex once in her life. Even the doctor was wondering if I was Holy Mary they brought out scissors to help cut the hymen! I can’t even forget how I held the bed sheet and gnashed my teeth on the wet cloth during the cutting and stitching of my V.

My suffering doubled again because I had a baby girl— they made me realize 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 because she had me when she had already reached menopause. She was aged already and that was what prompted me to be determined 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 10 years. This was because of the torture and molestation I received from people as omo nobody.’
This made me to be determined to die on the streets or make it and go back for the child.

Liz Anjorin

Back To Lagos
So I came to Lagos from Jos. When I got to Lagos I didn’t go to my mum because she would be so disappointed in me.
But she would not understand what I passed through except Iya ijebu. Everybody didn’t want omo nobody in their midst.

The day I left my daughter, she was crying bitterly and that day I re-named her ‘Oluwa mo n lo durotimi’ (Lord stand by me) Let me be able to come back for her.

I Was A Church Rat

I became a church rat, I slept in churches and did odd jobs during the day. May God bless the churches I slept then but I can’t forget how many times I was beaten with bunch of brooms because I was framed an emere (witch) due to my fair complexion and slightly red hair.

I Became A Toilet Cleaner
It was so tough. I was cleaning toilet.
Then a sister of a friend said, ‘you are too beautiful to do ugly job like this, come and start a receptionist job at Oshopey plaza in Allen Avenue.

Life On Campus
From the shopping complex, a guy introduced me to Federal Poly Ilaro. I was so scared to go to school because I had nobody.
But I got to school. On our matriculation day I had no single family present. Instead, I was busy selling handout of Mr Kolawole (a lecturer in the banking and finance department), to my fellow freshers. I saw many families taking photos and giving out food. It saddened my heart.
But my mum didn’t know I was in Lagos then. I wore my gown to take photos, returned to the field to sell more handout and thought of how to make more sales.

Then, I thought of becoming class captain despite the fact that we had a class rep. I remember my mother said her not been bold landed us in poverty!I stood my ground during another election and I won.
But the other Class Rep. refused to step down— we both claimed to be rep! Nobody knew my aim was to make more sales of lecturers’ handouts in order to get money for my school fees— I needed to pay my school fees balance in order to sit for exam.

Deadly Business

I engaged in deadly business by transporting goods from Igolo (a border town between Seme and Ogun state) to Sango to sell.
Unfortunately for me, one day, we were attacked and I was the only soul that survived—others died instantly.

Living Dead
I was mocked with the most terrible name—Akudaya(ghost).
This was because nobody came to check on me in school. My first landlord gave me a quit notice because she noticed when all students went home on holidays, I always remained at the hostel.
I had no place to go. Then, the shame of people calling me a ghost made me sit for JAMB in order to change my environment.

Still Neglected
On the examination day, I got to the centre late, answered three quarter of the questions and later scored 201…

To be continued…