How I Survived a Love That Nearly Ended Me- Toke Makinwa Shares

How I Survived a Love That Nearly Ended Me, Toke Makinwa Shares True life Story

I have the fame. The career. The glow. The confidence.
On the outside, I was Toke Makinwa — Nigeria’s sweetheart with the microphone and the megawatt smile.

But behind the radio voice and red carpet looks…I was breaking.
And no one knew because I wasn’t just in love. I was drowning in it.

The Love That Was Supposed to Be Forever. I met Maje Ayida when I was young. Naive. Hopeful. Ready to believe in forever.

It was on and off for over 12 years. But love makes you stay.
It makes you forgive. It makes you build castles out of empty promises.

In 2014, we got married. Quietly. Privately I thought I had finally won the fight.
That all the pain before the wedding was just the price for the happiness after.

I was wrong. The Public Betrayal That Crushed Me One year later… I woke up to my name trending for all the wrong reasons.

He had cheated. And not just cheated — he had fathered a child… with his ex.

The entire world found out before I could even process it myself.

Blogs dragged my name. Strangers mocked me.
People pitied me publicly while gossiping behind closed doors.

And the worst part? I still wanted to fight for him.
That’s how deep I was in it. How broken love can blind you.

The Decision That Saved My Life, I couldn’t keep pretending.

I was dying slowly from shame, from pain, from trying to be “the strong wife” in a collapsing house.

So I did what Nigerian women are told never to do. I spoke.

I wrote my truth. On Becoming wasn’t just a book — it was a funeral for every version of me that begged for crumbs. Every chapter was a scream. A release. A resurrection.

And when I finally signed those divorce papers… I wasn’t just ending a marriage.
I was starting my healing. Rebuilding From Ashes, People called me dramatic.
Loud. Attention-seeking.

Let them. Because I finally became the love of my own life.

I built brands. I traveled. I glowed up — not just physically, but emotionally.
I learned that power doesn’t come from revenge — it comes from rising.

I’m Still Becoming… My story is messy. It’s not coated in filters.
It’s not the Cinderella tale. But it’s mine.

And if surviving a love that nearly ended me gave one woman the courage to walk away from hers… Then it was worth every tear.

Have you ever loved someone so much that you lost yourself in the process?

What helped you find your way back?

Drop your story below — someone needs the reminder that heartbreak is not the end.

It’s the beginning of becoming.