But The Loss Was Devastating – How God Rolled Away 17 Years Of Pain!

He maketh the barren woman to keep house, and to be a joyful mother of children. Praise ye the Lord. – Psalm 113:9 KJV

For nearly two decades, her life moved between hospital wards. Yet through the pain, she held on to one conviction: that the battle was not the end of her story. What you are about to read is the account of a woman who endured 17 years. Read the full testimony below:

My name is Sister Nkechi Romanous. This is my husband, Brother Romanous, and our daughter, Dominion Goodnews Oluoma.

I am sharing this testimony again because this time, I stand here with my husband and my child. This is the story of how God rolled away 17 years of barrenness from our lives.

Before I got married, something strange began. One day, while standing at my doorway here in Lagos, I felt as though something had entered my body. I could not explain it. I touched my stomach repeatedly. I called a neighbor to look, but he saw nothing. A month later, a scan showed multiple fibroids in my womb.

At that time, I was not yet in Chosen. I prayed on my own and told myself, “This is a visitor. It will leave.”

Then I met my husband. He introduced me to the church before we got married. Not long after our wedding, the battle intensified.

I became pregnant, but the fibroids had taken over my womb. The pregnancy was painful. I could hardly walk. If a vehicle passed over a bump, I would scream from the pain. Sometimes I would stand before the vehicle reached a pothole just to brace myself. I was in and out of the hospital. After six months, the baby, a boy, died in my womb. By God’s grace, I delivered him, but the loss was devastating.

The struggle continued.

One night, I had a dream. I saw our General Overseer counseling people. When it was my turn to speak, he stopped me and said he had already seen my problem. He lifted his hand, and in the dream, I saw large substances falling out of my womb. It felt real. I ran into the street shouting that I had been healed, until I suddenly realized it was a dream.

When I woke up, I said to myself, “God has settled the spiritual part. The physical will follow.”
After that miscarriage, my stomach remained swollen. People thought I was still pregnant. It was only after another encounter with my General Overseer that I went for surgery. The fibroid operation was successful.

Then, last year, I conceived again.

This time, I carried the pregnancy for 11 months. On November 16, I came to church. During prayers, the General Overseer said, “You woman who is due, go and deliver your baby.”
I stood up immediately. I knew that word was for me.

The next day, November 17, I gave birth.

Seventeen years after doctors first found fibroids in my womb. Seventeen years after loss. Seventeen years of waiting.

Today, my name has changed. I am called “Mummy.” If I had not married a man who knew God, I do not know where I would be. I thank God for everything He has done.

Seventeen years is a long time to wait. Long enough for hope to thin. Yet the testimony above reminds us that delay is not denial, and that faith can outlive even the most stubborn diagnosis.
Are you standing in a season that feels unending? The same God who remembered this family is still at work. Join us at any Lord’s Chosen Worship Centre near you and be part of a fellowship where burdens are lifted and testimonies are born. Your testimony is next in Jesus’ Name.