REAL WARRI PIKIN: I ALMOST KILLED MYSELF BECAUSE MY HUSBAND AND I WERE IN HUGE DEBT

I thought I had everything under control: my marriage, my dreams, my voice. But between 2017 and 2018 my husband and I found ourselves drowning in debt, to the tune of about ₦22 million. The calls from creditors never stopped. Rent, school fees, bills, everything screaming for attention. I felt like I was failing as a wife, a woman, a provider.

On June 6, 2018, the day I decided I could take no more. I attempted to end it all. They rushed me to three different hospitals. The first two I barely remember. The third time when I woke up, I found myself asking: “So I didn’t die? God spared me?” That was the turning point for me.

Why did I survive when I had so many reasons to give up? Because somewhere in the mess, I realised that silence wasn’t strength. And God or whatever force you believe in had a plan. I woke up and I promised myself I would use this story. I told myself: “If you spared me, I will not keep silent. I will help others.”

Comedy became more than fun. It became therapy. My stage, my camera, my mic tools to tell the story of survival, of self-worth. Because I knew what it felt like to be hidden, to feel alone, to be so devastated that giving up looked like the only option.

Today, I still owe scars. I still wake up some days with worry. But I also wake up with purpose: the purpose to speak when people say keep quiet, to laugh when some think sorrow must stay hidden, to shine when darkness tries to swallow me.

If you’re reading this and you feel like there’s no way out there is. My husband and I were almost buried alive by debt. I walked the valley of near death. But I am here. And I am living.