Stella Dimoko Korkus.com: Tales Of A Libyan Returnee -11

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Monday, January 07, 2019

Tales Of A Libyan Returnee -11

We continue reading the story of a woman who went to Libya for greener pastures and had the most horrifying story to tell.....OMG!!!










I moved in with my Libyan boyfriend during the absence of my roommates, he instructed I stay indoor but I needed to save for the arrival of my baby. I reduced my work to just cleaning for 2 families, I registered for ante-natal and my Gynaecologist; Dr. Hanan took special care of me.



Everything returned back to normal until a major fight broke out in Quasar Benghashir, I was 8 months pregnant when this fight started and it was so intense that our house kept vibrating; the UN intervened and there was cease fire, but the damage was done already, my BP became high and my baby was at risk, my doctor advised rest and that prompted my decision to quit my job.


I decided to stay back and enjoy my rest, all I did was eat and sleep and go for check up, during one of my check-ups, my doctor said the baby's heartbeat was dropping and I was booked for emergency CS, I went back home, called my friend and inform my boyfriend of the situation.


My friend arrived and we went to hospital with baby things, I was admitted and my boyfriend signed the consent form, I started having second thoughts and I felt letting the baby die was the best option. I told my friend about my fears and she encouraged me to go ahead with it.


I was prepared for surgery at about 9:30pm, the anaesthesia given kicked in almost immediately. I laid down and was wondering what the new phase in my life would look like, I remembered my dreams of going to school, running a big NGO, living a happy life, etc. I kept on fantasising about everything till I heard the cry of my Son, he was looking pale and fragile, I had no emotions at all and kept wondering if I could handle such responsibility of being a mother, the operation was successful and I was moved to my ward.


I woke up the following and my friends were already in the hospital, post operation pains kicked in and it was difficult to move about, my friends volunteered to wheel me to children's ward but I couldn't bear to see him yet.
My boyfriend came and we went to his ward together, he was sleeping so innocently and all I could do was smile, we played with him till I got tired, I went back to my ward and my bills were paid, I told my doctor to discharge me but she declined stating medical reasons, after much persuasion we were discharged the 3rd day after signing a form.


I called everyone and informed them of the arrival of my son. Our house was filled with friends and well wishers, lots of material and cash gifts came in and the love was amazing, my friend lived with me for 7days, she was responsible for bathing the baby and massaging me, I kept looking at how she handled everything. In a Jiffy, I learnt how to bathe, massage and feed a new born. My life had changed and I was responsible for another person's welfare. I quickly adapted to the changes and it felt easy to handle.



We quickly organised a low-key naming ceremony and I named my son with the name of a King......



Read parts 1-10 HERE

43 comments:

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    1. Una see the life of the girls wey run go buy gun to shoot off those babies?
      Make una allow babies live; them no rape, them no kill any person. Babies are innocent.

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    2. I sense that son did not come back with her.

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    3. Awwwwwwww. Solomon, David......

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    4. It's either David or Solomon

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  2. In every situation, we should give thanks. My prayer for you is that may your Son always bring you Joy and never give you a reason to remember all the horrors you went through.
    Stay strong Ma'am

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    1. This might be the hottest sdk section now. Too much suspense...🙇🙏

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  3. Thank God for safe delivery, may God wipe your tear permanently and make you happy forever in Jesus name

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    1. Obviously you did not follow the story

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    2. Million dollar question....

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  5. Hmmm.... poster are u still in Libya? Still with your bf? Is your bf the father of the baby? pls I'm just asking cos I didn't really follow up d gist

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    1. She's in akwa Ibom with her prince. Thank God for everything

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    2. Nope, am back in Nigeria, Nope my bf isn't the father of my baby.

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  6. Now I'm a not relieved. it is well with you poster. pls try your best to love that child very well. wishing you quick recovery from all the trauma you went through. e-hug

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  7. Congrats on the birth of your son, so so sorry for what you went through, you are indeed a strong woman.

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  8. You went through a lot.
    ...reminds me of Michael Scofield and Prison break, just that you are female and he male.
    I pray you get the help you need both psychological, moral, health, financial and all.
    I pray the peace of the Lord flood your heart and keep you. l

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  9. You went through a lot. But your son is a gift.

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  10. Is your son bi racial??
    This is not the end, is it?

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  11. It is well dear. Please, stay strong for your son.

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  12. I was just reading with caution because I was scared for you.
    Thank God. Im glad the abuse of the sleeping drugs didnt have any side effects.
    What a happy chapter.

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  13. I like this chapter. The other ones have being giving me bp

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  14. You are one hell of a strong woman. With stories like yours one becomes grateful irrespective of what one is going through.

    I dare to say you have a calling in this area. So many girls are trapped for life, world over. It takes someone with a first hand experience to know how it feels and how to go about it passionately. Dont limit yourself, start penetrating UNICEF, UN et al. Get a copyright for your stories, who knows someone may pick you up.

    God be with you.

    Kisses to your son. 💋💋💋💕💕💕💖💖💖💖💖💖❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤💙💙💙💙💙💙💜💜💜💜💜💜💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💟💟💟💟💟💟💚💚💚💚💚💚💞💞💞💞💞💝💝💝💝💝💝💝

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  15. Will u or did you inform the commandant about d child?

    Anyway...thankGod u came back safe.

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  16. The story was rushed at the end just like most Nollywood movies.You were not detailed, after the birth, how did you decide to come back? What year did you come back? How did you cope when you came back? your family in Nigeria? So many blanks and unanswered questions. In all glad you can tell your story and be safe out there.

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    1. Hmmmmmmmmm. Questions indeed.

      Poster, please take good care of your son and make use of this experience to be a voice to others who would want to toil this path.

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  17. say me hello to ur little cutty

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  18. Poster I think you can actually start an NGO to raise awareness for people that wants to go through the same path using your personal experience

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  19. It is well with you. You are a strong woman.

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  20. Thank God you survived
    Thank God you escaped
    Thank God you are back home
    May God restore peace and sanity to you.
    May your child bring you Joy.
    May God heal your body, your memories and your heart.
    May fortune smile on you.
    May all your dreams come true and may you live the life you truly hope for.
    Wt love from 'thinking cap'

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  21. Your son should be your strength henceforth.
    Good luck to you.

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  22. Thank God you survived with your son and safely came back home to Nigeria. God will always guide ,protect and provide for you both. God will be with you both . It is well with you. From now henceforth, you will have reasons to be happy and your son will always be a source of joy to you.

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  23. Dear poster, thank God you birthed your son successfully. Would have loved to know more like how you came back, the state of your son et al. Anyway, please if you need assistance or volunteer on creating an awareness on this issue please let me know, although I don't run an NGO or know any top govt official but I believe you should do something about this but still in case you need support of volunteers or whatsoever, you can reply.

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  24. Super mother... kisses to King and may he bring unending joy and open doors to you in Jesus Name Amen. hugs and kisses

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  25. Just like a horror film
    May find happiness again..

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