Becoming a mother is all I yearn for. I just want to give birth to my child. I and my husband are medically ok. This left me wondering why we could not have our children.  I will always lament and wet my pillows with tears. My husband would always encourage me that God will remember us someday. Seeing other women carry their children got me more depressed. I started to lose my peace of mind. My husband never left me. He would always encourage me that even if I do not end up giving him children, he will not marry another woman. 

My constant cries made my husband diverse other means/ possibilities of us having our children. We tried multiple IVFs but they all failed. We tried surrogacy but things got complicated at some point. I got tired of the whole thing. I felt like a man within me. My husband never left my side throughout these trying times. 

I was in deep thought when he tapped my shoulder and he said to me “We can adopt”. I hated adoption. I Never imagined bringing a stranger into my home but my husband comes up with the suggestion. I told him that I hated that idea. He said to me, maybe God desires we train another before having ours.  Instantly, my whole body was filled with goosebumps. 

Few days later, I concluded we go by his suggestions. After our research, we ended up adopting a female. She is very beautiful. Immediately I set my eyes on her, I knew that was the baby I and my husband will be adopting. 

We named her “Kamsiyochukwu”. Kamsi brought joy into our family. We loved her so much and gave her the best in life. She opened doors for us. I concluded within me that children are indeed a heritage from Lord. Whether they share the same blood ties with us or not, they ought to be taken care of. This single realization made me become a core supporter of the orphanage.