They Called Me Possessed So I Fled Away From Home When I was 14 And Became A Popular Actress- Uche Jumbo shares

I still remember the night I ran away from home like it was yesterday. I was just fourteen barely a teenager, yet carrying grief far too heavy for my years. My father had just passed away, and something inside me fractured.

My life in Enugu and Aba suddenly became a blur of schools, expectations, stifling routines, and a silence I couldn’t bear. Every day after his death felt like a slow suffocation. I wasn’t just mourning him ,I was mourning the version of myself that existed when he was alive.

One night, with trembling hands and a heart full of fire, I stole my uncle’s address from my mum’s belongings. I didn’t know exactly where I was going but I knew I had to leave. I slipped out quietly under the cover of darkness, each step away from home filled with equal parts fear and defiance.

My chest tightened with every mile, but I kept going. When I finally arrived at my uncle’s place, he opened the door, studied me for a moment and asked, “Are you so-and-so’s daughter?” He didn’t even know I existed. And yet, that moment the moment I stood there with nothing but hope and determination became the turning point of my life.

That runaway child, scared yet stubborn, became a woman who refused to be forgotten.

Years later, that same fire burned through me again while I was shooting Holding Hope. I had taken on the role of a woman battling cancer and I gave it everything.

I shed nearly fifty pounds for the role. I was surviving on two hours of sleep, my body pushed to the edge. People saw me at red carpet events and thought I was dying. The speculation was cruel, even terrifying at times. Everyone had something to say. They didn’t understand that I wasn’t sickI was immersed. I was acting. I was living the story of someone else’s pain, giving it a face. It was the price of art. And it was worth it.

In those moments of doubt and difficulty, I remembered that runaway girl. She had no plan B. She had only her dreams and her grit. She carried both through the chaos. And that same girl carved a space for herself in a world that wasn’t waiting for her.

Today, I look back and see the path clearly. That single night of rebellion became the foundation of my purpose. I’ve starred in over sixty films, written and produced countless stories, become a mother, a voice, an ambassador for change—and still, I remain that fierce little girl with a vision too big to bury.

Every time someone asks me how I did it, I think of that door, that question, that night.

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