Before RGW, my life resembled a dramatic soap opera, without commercial breaks for relief. I was so trapped in my emotional traumas that I discriminated against myself. Yes, you heard right. I would look in the mirror and say, ‘You’re not good enough!’
Christian? Sure, but forgiveness? Not in my vocabulary. My home was a dojo; my children were my verbal punching bags. Prayer was my refuge, but ironically, I was ready to argue with anyone in its name. I was a walking storm, a ‘mama-general’ always at war, but with no army for support.”
After Joining RGW:
“One day, by divine intervention or perhaps the Holy Spirit, RGW entered my life. And friends, I realized I had a big problem (not my kids—me).
I attended teachings on healing and managing emotional trauma. It was like a warm cup of tea on a rainy day: soothing and transformative. RGW even provided school supplies for my children—what a relief! No more choosing between ‘eating today’ and ‘buying notebooks tomorrow.’
The character-building sessions? A must! I learned to plan my life, smile at my neighbors, and most importantly, stop treating my kids like soldiers in an imaginary war.
Today, I sell palm oil, earning a monthly profit of 50,000 FBU, plus peanuts. Who would’ve thought I’d one day have a business (small, but still a business)? I’ve gone from ‘Mama Catastrophe’ to ‘Madame Visionary,’ planning my activities with the precision of a logistics expert.”
Now:
“Goodbye social isolation, hello peace and harmony with my children. I’ve become a local star, a dignified mother. Even neighbors seek my advice (yes, the same ones I used to yell at last year!).”
“Microcredits. Let’s face it, with a bit of financial support, I could become an international businesswoman.
Expand the interventions. The community desperately needs this. Many resort to prayer without addressing their unresolved traumas (I say this with love, of course).
Thank you, RGW, for transforming me. Today, even my children want to hug me, and honestly, that’s a revolution in Tenga.
