Racheal Joseph, a Nigerian woman who remarries after her first marriage, promotes her past, personal struggles and how she was in a difficult time before she can find love again.
In a Facebook post on Sunday, April 27, 2025, Rachael revealed that she was a virgin and never expected that one day she would start with three children.
But, the mother of three said she did not let go of her marriage without fighting.
She recalls trying to save it, from pillars to postal, church to church, prayer house to prayer house, looking for solutions.
“Recently, I don’t know why, but I feel like I’ve shared my journey. Not for a pity, not for applause. But maybe, someone outside needs to know that they’re not alone.”
You see, life is very strange. Unpredictable. And, you will never imagine your young and dream-filled turn. Who would have thought that I, the purely married girl, would one day find myself starting over with three children again?
I fight for every fiber of myself. I didn’t let go easily. I ran from church to church, from prayer house to prayer house. I’m not looking for someone to tell me the story. I want to hear the problem comes from me so I can solve it and I desperately hope for a solution.
But after endless battles, after countless tears and prayers broke, I left.
When I walk away, it is not the power that takes me, it is survival.
After that chapter, I spent over two years meeting my husband. I am not only looking for love, but also looking for cover for security. For a home where my child can see the father’s figure, not just the blank next to the mother.
I was already doing something when he came. Still struggling. Still no one can see the silent battle.
One day, I told him my story, my lips trembled, and I wonder how he would see me. He only said. Let me help you. He started paying their tuition. quietly. No noise. Don’t seek applause.
He supports me emotionally, and at this time, even small things caused deep pain in my heart.
He became my shield. He became my voice in the room where others wanted to silence me. I said, God, you did this.
I’ve completely cut my connection to the past. Changed my SIM card. It prevented all the ways that could reopen the wound that I finally began to recover. For three years, my husband has been with us not only financially, emotionally, mentally and physically. He loves it very much.
He worked diligently to protect. He never allowed anyone to disrespect me or the kids. I endured the storm that most people didn’t even whisper.
Maybe one day, I will put it all into a book. Don’t let you feel my pain. But, therefore, you will understand that no matter the storm, no matter the forsaken, no matter you have God’s shame, there is everything.
My only prayer back then was. Oh my God, I have no one except you. Today, I look around and see that I have God, killers, children and a family built on solid rocks of mercy grace. exist God runs.
