After 18years of mockery, names calling and all sort, God has finally blessed my cousin with the fruit of the womb, not 1, not 2, but 3 beautiful souls. It's a testimony I will ever live to remember, to God be the glory.

 

Life has a way of testing our patience, our faith, and our strength. For 18 long years, my cousin walked a path that many would have given up on. She endured the whispers, the mockery, the name-calling, and the silent stares that pierced deeper than words. Each passing year brought with it another layer of pain—but also a quiet, unwavering hope.

She never stopped believing.

And now, that hope has blossomed into a miracle.

Not one.

Not two.

But three beautiful souls.

Yes, after nearly two decades of waiting, praying, and trusting God through the storm, my cousin has been blessed with triplets—three radiant reminders that delay is not denial, and that God is never late.

The joy that has filled our hearts cannot be put into words. This testimony is not just hers; it belongs to every woman still holding on, every family still believing, and everyone who’s ever had to smile through silent tears.

To God be the glory—forever and ever. I will live to remember this testimony, and I will continue to share it, because it is proof that miracles still happen, and they happen in His time.