The miraculous journey of Kris Oziofu Ero

Miracles still do happen! If you were in doubt, just read this amazing story of Kris Oziofu Ero; producer/presenter of “A woman’s world” on TVC and “WellBaby”, a talk show on Radio Continental, as she recounts her inspiring journey.

Kris is my friend and I knew to some extent what she went through. The episode has left a huge impression on me and strengthened my belief in the efficacy of God’s Word. I am certain that many who are going through difficult moments would learn from her story, that it’s never late with God.

Hear from Kris:

“On the 13th of April 2015… my life took a turn for the better! You could say; I was renewed, born-again, revived!

My name is Kris Oziofu Ero; a mother of 3 fantastic children, a wife to an awesome man, a sister to one in a million siblings, a daughter to strong parents, a niece, an aunty, a cousin, a colleague, a boss and a friend!

You see… for two years; I didn’t know who I was. For two years I lived in the words of others. For two years I was in darkness. For two years… I lived because I had to, because I needed to. I lived just so a day like the 13th of April 2015 will be.

The 2 years began on the 19th of March 2013 when I woke up seemingly from sleep and found myself in what looked like a hospital room… with no recollection of how I got there. There was this strange face looming over me… He didn’t look like a Doctor and He acted as though we were familiar. I had to ask… “Who are you, do I know you?”

That question put into motion a spiral of events that defined me for… yes… 2 years!!

I was forced to live a life that was alien to me because it seemed that had been my life. I had bouts of depression, anger, frustration and envy. I felt caged, mostly could not breathe. I wished I could escape the darkness and emptiness in my mind. In anguish, I cried out for explanations… Why me? What did I do wrong?

I lived suspicious of everyone around me. Trusted no one or their recounting… I built conspiracy theories in my head. I wanted to die… I was alone; no one knew me, no one understood me.

Then… during one of my lonely moments… a pair of little hands hugged me and said… “Mama” in a singsong voice. This wasn’t the first time… but for some reason this particular time touched me. I looked down at him and felt an unfamiliar, yet strangely soothing emotion come over me. I hugged him back… and looking into his innocent eyes, I knew I had no choice. I had to live.

And live is what I did to the best of my ability. I pushed myself out, suffered culture shock when introduced to the social media and oh the numerous gadgets. I “learnt” how to cook, drive, be a daughter, a sister, be a mom and most of all a wife (was not easy at all). I submitted myself to numerous routine medical checks and tests. I reached out to a few of “my contacts” that I felt comfortable with. Opened my mind to learn about my past from those who claimed they knew. Stored every bit of information. I became quite adept at hiding my “unknowing” to people I encountered. I stylishly removed myself from situations that would expose my ignorance. I refused to be pitied and I didn’t want to be seen as a freak; so I hid it. I became good at piecing together  every bit of information to cover up. And I got away with it. Looking back now I hail myself… I was a pro (mostly) lol!

I had absolute amnesia… meaning I could barely remember 5% of my life. For some reason on the 19th of March 2013; I had gone into a coma with a bp of over 240. To the amazement of everyone especially the doctors; it was a miracle I was alive. I was tested for many things. My limbs were functioning well. My cognitive skills were intact. In fact… I was fine. Only problem? No memory whatsoever. knew myself not!

I will spare you specific details of my life since then. But I will say this… within the 2 years I deliberately set out to get pregnant. Because I needed to feel the maternal urges for my boys. I had a girl on the 28th Dec 2014… and the feeling was indescribable. I began to love my boys with a deeper intensity.

Now, today and forever my life is richer, clearer and more exciting. For on the 13th of April 2015 without warning, everything came trickling back. Note; that I had given up on ever regaining my memory. I was just grateful for the ability to make fresh memories. 

I now know who I am.

And shout out to my husband. As to the first words I spoke to you when I “woke” up… I now know who you are *wink wink* (now your touch, your smile… even our wedding albums now have a deeper meaning), you are a wonderful man. As trying as it was for you; you stood by me. Thank you (also for making beautiful kids with me). I love you!  

To my parents and siblings…  You tried so hard to hide your anguish and pain. Even though I saw through your attempts (lol)… I love you all for trying. I am blessed.

To all my family members out there who called, prayed… You are too much.

To those friends of mine (you know yourselves lol) who stood by me, prayed for me, called to check on me and didn’t “run away” (hahahaha)… yaaaaaay! We did it. I am back! I love you guys- especially you carrot legs (lmao).

To those who didn’t know before… well; then; now you know! Looool.

There’s truly light at the end of the tunnel! My life is a testimony. I truly don’t know how best to say it. It’s that simple… yet complicated!

So, please permit me to introduce myself. again. My name is Kris Oziofu Ero; a wife, a mother, a daughter, a sister, a niece, a cousin, an aunty, a friend, a colleague and y’all ain’t seen nothing yet!!!!“