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Be Inspired! Liz Anjorin Shares Her Story of Poverty, Rejection, Early Pregnancy, Crime & More

Be Inspired! Liz Anjorin Shares Her Story of Poverty, Rejection, Early Pregnancy, Crime & More

Liz Anjorin has left her fans and followers speechless after she began the story of her life a couple of days ago on Instagram.

The Flamboyant actress/producer, who is a single mother of a grown girl reveals how she was born into a great family but fell into hard times when her parents lost it all.

Sadly, hard working Liz took to the streets with her poor mother, hustling to make ends meet. In the course of working at a local canteen, she was impregnated and somehow she thought it would be the end of her hard life.


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Unknown to Liz, life had other plans for her as her baby daddy died few months after she gave birth, and her his brother blatantly refused to welcome her into the family because of her status.

“My baby daddy died few months after I had my child” the actress revealed, adding that he never met the girl he had for him.

“It was a lonely and hard life as I lived from one place to the other… I left my baby at one year old and never saw her until she was ten” she said.

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On why she never shows off her grown daughter like other celebs who have children, the businesswoman says her daughter has to become somebody and not just the child of somebody.

Although the actress is still developing the story, dropping it as it comes to her, from what she has shared so far, it is quite obvious that she lived a life of struggle but came out bright through it all!

Grass to grace stories abound with almost as all celebs but we must say that Liz caught us off guard.

Read below…

PART 1….

I’m locking it down today for Almighty Allah, my late mum and the people that have been patronizing me… In fact yesterday was a joyful day for me and it’s also a day that draws me back to my childhood memories, but I was down since 2am till now, I cant even attend to people properly because someone is missing .. though nobody knows all this about me except I tell them because I don’t keep friends but today.

I’ve be been librating people on my platform wit orisirisi stories but today am tell you mine for people to know life is not a bed of rose.

I give glory to Allah for His genuine love and His protection.. Each time i think about it, I get scared on how to make it because I was born with a silver spoon but everything scattered that I can’t even be identified with a panda spoon as a child.

I grew up with my mum alone on the street, we hustle together, we were both forsaken and forgotten on street, we both worked 20hrs, slept for 2hrs and arranged our goods for 2hrs: it was tough and lonely.. it got to a point that i asked my mum the whereabouts of my dad and she told me; u can only meet ur dad and his family when u make it in life.

I hawk early in the morning before school opens and I have to rush back to an uncompleted KIOSK we lives to pick something for school in order not to be late for that day lectures.

For a very long time we don’t eat meat except raining season when we picked tiny  snails to eat, we picked carton on refuse-disposal to sleep and whenever it rained we both remained standing.. Whenever she went hustling, I did “Omo odo alamala’ and that was where I met my baby father.

PT2. ..its undiluted truth not fiction..‎

”Mum, you told me to have a baby because you don’t want the two of us to perish on the street.. Yes! I followed your words but I was turn down by my baby father’s elder brother: if you are seeing this post let me remind you of what you said to my baby daddy in front of me and my mum then, you said; mama ko possible se eyin le gba iru e, omo commissioner wa n be aburo mi o fe, what did he see in this poor servant of a poor restaurant, you guys are stinking leave my house or I loose the dogs and my Mother in-law (Iya ijebu) ran after us and said;.omo mi, you will follow me to Jos because my son confessed to me that he was the one that defiled you.

Even when I gave birth to the innocent girl, this man (my baby daddy brother) refused to touch her till date despite the fact that my baby daddy died few months after I gave birth to my daughter.. even after we lost the child’s father: you didn’t give us a dime because I be omo nobody to you but thanks to my baby father’s mother (Iya Ijebu terminus market Jos), she stood by me then. ‎

I remember when we were going to Jos, mama told me to hide and lied to you that she want to pee in order to hide me @fagba bus-stop and immediately you saw me you told your mother that I cant step into your car and you dropped mama loads instantly and zoomed-off..

I sat on motor-engine from Ido to Jos (you can imagine how painful it was).. I can’t even remember how many times I fell down with the pregnancy trying to sell to customers what we don’t have in mama’s shop because I believe I must make money for her, she must not regret of bringing me to Jos because her son warned her.

I got to Jos with one cloth and Ghana-must-go bag filled with nylon.. she told me to change my cloth but I was shivering, so she opened the bag and saw plenty nylon, then she said; did you mistakenly pick someone’s refuse and I told her that, that was the nylon I do slept on, then she opened her wardrobe and gave me 10 new wrappers.

She never called me to ask for money, even when I sent money to her, she told me not to send money again and get on my feet first.. #lifeofneglectedchild#destinyisabastardbcositsunpredictable#dntlaughatmyflaws ..”


”I can never forget you(my mother in-law)  Iya rere…‎ On my baby naming ceremony, she sat as my husband and she did an elaborated naming for my baby.. Since I got to Jos my baby father didn’t talk to me till the day he left this sinful world (rip), because his brother made him realized that it’s very ridiculous for him to let a low servant like me have a baby for him..

‎Don’t let me tell you all what I went through in the labour room… of course a skinny girl that had sex once in her life, even the doctor was wondering if I was holy Mary, they brought out scissors to help the virginity, I can’t even forget how I held the bed sheet and gnashed my teeth on the wet cloth during the cutting and sewing of my V…

My suffering doubled again because I had a baby girl, they made me realized that female child holds no value in their family and male child is the real child..

I endured and cried often; I couldn’t even imagine what my poor mother was going  through all alone at that moment because she had me with menopause, she is aged already and that’s what prompted me to determine and focus that I’ve to make it in life.

I left the baby when she was a year and half old and I never set my eyes on her until she clocked 10yrs because of the torture and molestation I received from people as the daughter of a nobody.

Their molestation made me to be determined to die on the street or make it and go back for the child, so I came to Lagos from Jos. When I got to Lagos I didn’t go to my mum because she will be so disappointed in me, she won’t understand what I passed through except iya ijebu.

Everybody don’t want omo nobody in their midst, the day I left my daughter, she was crying bitterly and that day I re-named her to ‘oluwa mo n lo durotimi’ (let me be able to come back for her).

So I became church rat, I slept in churches, do odd jobs in day time.. May God bless the churches I slept in then but I can’t forget how many times I was beaten with bunch of broom because I was framed as emere(wizard) because I was fair in complexion with slit read hair… It was so tough in my toilet cleaning job.”


A sister of a friend said, you are too beautiful to do ugly job like this: come and start receptionist job at Oshopey plaza @ allen avenue.. From there a guy introduced me to federal Poly Ilaro.

I was so scared to go to school because I’ve nobody.. I got to school but on our matriculation day I’ve no single family present on that joyous day instead I was busy selling handout of Mr Kolawole banking and finance, to my fellow freshers.

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I saw many families snapping and giving foods and it saddened my heart, though my mum didn’t know I was in Lagos then.. I wore my gown to snap and returned to field to sell more handout.

Then I sat myself down on how to make more sales so I thought of becoming class captain despite the fact that they choose one rep before… but I remember my mother said ‘her not being bold made us land in poverty’ so I stood on my grand of doing another election in which I won, but the other Class Rep refused to step down, so we both claimed to be rep..

Though nobody knew my aim was to make more sales of lecturers handouts, so that I can get money to pay my school fees… I need to pay my school fees balance in order to seat for exam.

I engaged in deadly business by transporting goods from Igolo ( boundary of Seme and Ogun state) to Sango to sell… Unfortunately for me, we were attacked and I was the only soul that survived “others died instantly”.

People mocked me with the most terrible name, they called me Akudaya (ghost) because nobody came to check or bring things for me in school. My 1st landlord gave me a quit notice because she noticed when everybody go for holidays, I always remained at home though it’s because I’ve no place to go.

The shame of people calling me a ghost made me tried jamb so as to change my environment.. On the examination day, I got to the centre late: answered 3 quarter of the questions and I later scored 201.

I gained admission into Akungba and I didn’t know, I got to know after a year when I went to greet my friend (oke) @ mathew street, her mother gushed and said; you’ve letter from america in a joking manner.”

PT 5.. ‎

”I laughed, then I saw a big brown envelop, I opened it and behold, it was my law admission letter from Akungba University: I traveled there all alone, slept in stranger’s house but to my greatest surprise, the admission is gone.

I ran back to Osu but they had some delays then so I was given Transport Planing and Management despite my dream was to become a lawyer so that I can advocate for every street child but I accepted it with faith.

Then I met one Alhaji Sarumi a Customs officer: I know you are online reading this too: You warned me not to do smuggling business again that it might send me to early grave like others..

I cried and told you that I’ve no family, then you said, will you marry me and I said no sir.. You looked at me and gave me #2500 and said go and get things Customs needs in the bush like shaving creams, boxers, singlets etc but make sure you return my #2500.

I went to trade fair to get everything, I went back to him. As a boss of the group he forced every customs officers in his charge to buy it, the 2500 you gave me an instruction to return the money made me sit tight because I can’t eat out of the money except I fullfil my promise of returning the #2500.

Alhaji Sarumi made sure he introduced me to all customs officers that works around him then, imposed my goods on them and he make sure none of them molest me… If they ask me out, I would tell they to call him and he would tell them that girl is a no go area.

Alhaji sarumi, you did not turn me down because I said no to your proposal, you didn’t took advantage of my situation, you did not because of your selfish interest say bad things about me to people, instead you called me your daughter.

Do you remember when I came with #2500 you gave me?? You said no and I said daddy take and pray for the gain I made and you looked at me and said; I tested you and you passed in all ways, this remaining gain will sustain you till the rest of your life.

Sir, when I left your office at (papalanto), I doubled my hustle and I promised myself never to beg you for money again that instead I will make you proud of me.. So I proceeded to Osu.”

Watch out for the remaining part…

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