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On the 22nd of this month, I celebrated my birthday, grateful for life, hopeful for the year ahead.

On the 23rd, my joy was shaken when a part of my house literally collapsed. It was sudden. It could have been deadly.

And then on the 24th, terror walked right into my home.
Armed robbers broke in.
They cut through my door, entered my space, and stole everything they could find
My phones.
My iPad.
My provisions.
And several other valuables.

The shocking part?
I live in a very large gated compound with 19 tenants.
But out of everyone, I was the ONLY ONE robbed.
Only my home was attacked.

Till now, slashes remain on my door as a reminder.
The memory haunts me.

We reported to the police immediately. My husband went that same morning to make an official report.
When the police arrived and inspected the scene, they said something that shook me:

“This wasn’t an outside job. The way the compound is structured, the person who did this is most likely someone inside.”

And just like that, everything changed.

Since we went to the police, my neighbors turned on me.
They stopped talking to me.
Some are angry that we involved law enforcement.
Some said I don’t trust them.
A few who volunteered to speak to the police ended up being detained briefly, and even then, my husband was the one who bailed them out.
Still, they held it against us.

Now, I live every day in a house full of people, yet I feel completely alone.
I can’t sleep at night.
I hear noises. I feel eyes.
And I keep asking myself:
"What if?"

What if they had taken my baby?

What if they had stabbed us in our sleep?

What if I had woken up and couldn’t find my child?


The “what ifs” torment me.
I feel unsafe. I feel targeted. I feel watched.
Sometimes, I just stand frozen—frightened.
I don’t know who to trust.
I don’t know who to talk to.
I feel like I’m living inside a trap.

But despite it all…
Despite the fear…
Despite the silence from those around me…
Despite the trauma…
I survived.

My children are safe.
My husband is safe.
I am safe.

And that, in itself, is a miracle.

This is not just a story.
It’s not just a complaint.
It’s a testimony of divine preservation.
Of God's mercy.
Of His invisible hand covering me and my household.

Please help me thank God.
Even when people failed me, He didn’t.
Even when I was targeted, He shielded me.

"Though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for You are with me." – Psalm 23:4

MrsAdebisi247:
On the 22nd of this month, I celebrated my birthday, grateful for life, hopeful for the year ahead.

On the 23rd, my joy was shaken when a part of my house literally collapsed. It was sudden. It could have been deadly.

And then on the 24th, terror walked right into my home.
Armed robbers broke in.
They cut through my door, entered my space, and stole everything they could find
My phones.
My iPad.
My provisions.
And several other valuables.

The shocking part?
I live in a very large gated compound with 19 tenants.
But out of everyone, I was the ONLY ONE robbed.
Only my home was attacked.

Till now, slashes remain on my door as a reminder.
The memory haunts me.

We reported to the police immediately. My husband went that same morning to make an official report.
When the police arrived and inspected the scene, they said something that shook me:

“This wasn’t an outside job. The way the compound is structured, the person who did this is most likely someone inside.”

And just like that, everything changed.

Since we went to the police, my neighbors turned on me.
They stopped talking to me.
Some are angry that we involved law enforcement.
Some said I don’t trust them.
A few who volunteered to speak to the police ended up being detained briefly, and even then, my husband was the one who bailed them out.
Still, they held it against us.

What if they had stabbed us in our sleep?

What if I had woken up and couldn’t find my child?

"Though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for You are with me." – Psalm 23:4

Everyone in the compound was supposed to be detained for 2 weeks. The next attack won't be funny.

I feel you even have a hint of the person who did this thing. I advise you don't ignore your instincts because I've experienced it before. My closest neighbor did it and he confessed after drilling.

Honestly, I suspected a certain neighbor.. even when the police came for questioning, he was telling the police that he won't go n he kept asking my husband if he was the one that stole the phones... The police asked us if we had a suspect but my husband was trying to make peace so he told the police to do their investigation.. as I type this, the woman is not greeting me, I mean the man's wife

delugadou:
Everyone in the compound was supposed to be detained for 2 weeks. The next attack won't be funny.

I feel you even have a hint of the person who did this thing. I advise you don't ignore your instincts because I've experienced it before. My closest neighbor did it and he confessed after drilling.