If you're reading this, I already know your story.

You've been bleeding.

Not normal period bleeding… the kind that soaks through double pads in 2 hours.

The kind that makes you cancel plans because you're scared of standing up in public.

The kind that turns white clothes into a gamble you can't afford to take.

At first, you thought it was just "heavy flow."

Then came the pain.

That dull, constant ache in your lower belly that won't go away.

The feeling like someone put a stone inside your stomach.

The bloating that makes you look 4 months pregnant when you're not.

So you finally went to the hospital.

They did a scan.

And the doctor looked at you with that face… you know the one.

"Madam, you have fibroids."

Just like that.

As if your whole world didn't just shift.

Then comes the worst part…

"We need to schedule you for surgery. If we wait too long, we may have to remove the entire womb."

Remove. Your. Womb.

The same womb you've been praying over.

The same womb that carried your children (or the one you're still hoping will).

The same womb that makes you a complete woman.

Gone. Just like that.

And you're supposed to just smile and say "okay doctor, thank you"?

Tufiakwa!

Look, I don't know you personally…

But I know the fear that gripped your chest when the doctor said those words.

I know how you've been researching "fibroid natural treatment" at 2am when you can't sleep.

I know how you've been asking other women in secret… "Sister, have you heard of anything that works?"

I know how much money you've already spent on scans, consultations, and traditional medicines that did nothing.

I know you're tired.

Tired of bleeding through your clothes.

Tired of the pain that makes you walk like an old woman.

Tired of spending ₦5,000 every month just on sanitary pads.

Tired of doctors acting like surgery is your only option.

Most of all… you're scared.

Scared of going under anesthesia and not waking up.

(We all know someone who "went for a simple operation" and never came back.)

Scared of losing your womb and becoming "half a woman."

(That's what your mother-in-law will call you, even if she doesn't say it to your face.)

Scared that after surgery, things will never be the same.

(Your friend had fibroid surgery 2 years ago… she still hasn't been the same since.)

If you do not want doctors to cut open your stomach and remove your womb like expired goods…

If you do not want to become another "surgery gone wrong" story…

If you still want to keep your womb intact and functional…

Then drop whatever you're doing right now and pay close attention to every word I'm about to share.

Because I'm going to show you a simple, natural method that helped me shrink my fibroids from 8cm to 2cm in just 21 days… without surgery, without hospital admission, without losing my womb.

This method has been used quietly in my village for over 60 years.

Passed down from mother to daughter.

From herbalist to patient.

From woman to woman in whispered conversations.

But like most powerful traditional remedies, you'll never hear about it unless someone tells you.

Hi, my name is Ngozi.

I'm a 51 year old mother of two beautiful children.

And I'm NOT a doctor. I'm NOT a nurse. I'm NOT a medical professional.

I'm just a woman who almost lost her womb to fibroids.

Let me tell you my story…

The Day My World Collapsed

It was a Tuesday morning in March 2023.

I had just finished bathing and was getting dressed for work when I felt it.

That warm, rushing sensation.

I looked down and my wrapper was soaked.

Blood. Everywhere.

This wasn't my period day. My period had finished 2 weeks ago.

But here I was, bleeding like someone had opened a tap inside me.

I quickly cleaned up, doubled my pads, and rushed to work.

By 11am, I had soaked through everything.

I had to tie my sweater around my waist and pretend I was cold.

My colleague, Aunty Bisi, pulled me aside.

"Ngozi, are you okay? You've been going to the toilet every 30 minutes."

I broke down and told her everything.

The heavy bleeding.

The clots the size of kobo coins.

The pain in my lower belly that wouldn't go away.

The way my stomach had started swelling like I was pregnant.

She looked at me with pity in her eyes and said:

"My sister, you need to go to the hospital. That thing sounds like fibroid."

Fibroid.

I had heard the word before.

But I always thought it was something that happened to "other women."

Not me.

Not at 36.

Not when I had already given birth to two healthy children.

But there I was.

The Scan That Changed Everything

Two days later, I went to a private hospital in Ikeja.

The doctor, a middle-aged woman with sharp eyes, asked me questions while writing notes:

"When did the bleeding start?"

"How many pads do you use per day?"

"Do you feel pressure when you urinate?"

Yes. Yes. Yes to everything.

Then she sent me for an ultrasound scan.

I'll never forget lying on that cold bed, gel on my stomach, watching the screen as the radiologist moved the probe around.

Her face was blank.

Professional.

But I could see it in her eyes… she saw something.

After the scan, I went back to the doctor's office.

She placed the scan result on her desk and looked at me.

"Mrs. Ngozi, you have multiple fibroids. The largest one is 8cm."

"8 what?"

"8 centimeters. That's roughly the size of a large orange."

My mind went blank.

An orange. Inside my womb.

She continued talking, but I could barely hear her.

Something about "intramural fibroids"… "subserosal"… "distorting the uterine cavity."

Then came the words I'll never forget:

"We need to schedule surgery as soon as possible. If these fibroids continue to grow, we may need to do a hysterectomy."

"Hyster… what?"

"Removal of the uterus. Your womb."

The room started spinning.

Remove my womb?

"But… doctor… I'm still young. I might want more children. Isn't there another way?"

She gave me a tired smile.

The kind doctors give when they've had this conversation a thousand times.

"Madam, fibroids don't just disappear. Surgery is the only guaranteed solution. You can try medication to manage the symptoms, but eventually, you'll need surgery."

I left that hospital in a daze.

₦47,000 spent on consultation and scan.

And all I got was:

"Prepare for surgery or lose your womb."

The Spiral of Desperation

For the next three months, I tried everything.

And I mean EVERYTHING.

I went to a gynecologist in Lekki who prescribed hormonal injections (₦85,000 per month).

After 2 months and ₦170,000 later… the bleeding reduced small small, but the fibroids were still there.

The moment I stopped the injections, everything came back worse.

I tried herbal mixtures from a man in Mushin who claimed he had "cured 500 women."

₦35,000 for a bottle of black, bitter liquid that I had to drink every morning.

I drank it faithfully for 6 weeks.

Nothing changed. Except I now had diarrhea to add to my problems.

I went to a pastor who said I needed deliverance.

(Because apparently, fibroids are caused by "generational curses" and "marine spirits.")

₦50,000 for anointing oil, prayer sessions, and fasting instructions.

Still… nothing.

I even tried those "fibroid tea" adverts I saw on Instagram.

₦18,000 for 30 sachets of tea that tasted like grass and did absolutely nothing.

By this time, I had spent over ₦400,000.

And I was worse than when I started.

The bleeding was now so heavy, I couldn't go anywhere without carrying extra pads, wipes, and a change of clothes in my bag.

I stopped wearing anything light-colored.

I stopped attending parties and weddings.

I stopped going to church on Sundays (couldn't risk standing for praise and worship).

My husband tried to be supportive, but I could see the worry in his eyes.

One night, he sat me down and said:

"Darling, maybe we should just do the surgery. I don't want to lose you over this."

Lose me?

That was when I realized… this thing could actually kill me.

The constant blood loss was making me weak and anemic.

I was always tired.

Always dizzy.

I had fainted twice at work.

The company nurse said my blood level was dangerously low.

I was falling apart.

And the doctors were telling me the only solution was to cut me open and possibly remove the very thing that made me a woman.

I cried myself to sleep that night.

Long, silent tears.

The type you cry when you feel completely hopeless.

The Phone Call That Saved My Life

Three days later, my phone rang.

It was my cousin, Chioma, calling from Enugu.

We hadn't spoken in months, so I was surprised.

"Ngozi! How far nah? I've been trying to reach you."

"I'm fine," I lied.

"Fine ke? Your voice doesn't sound fine. Wetin dey happen?"

I didn't plan to tell her.

But once I started talking, I couldn't stop.

I told her everything.

The fibroids.

The bleeding.

The pain.

The money I had wasted.

The surgery they wanted me to do.

My fear of losing my womb.

When I finished, there was silence.

Then she said something that changed my life:

"Ngozi, before you let those doctors touch you, you need to meet Mama Olisakwe."

"Who?"

"Mama Olisakwe. She's an old herbalist in our village. That woman don dissolve fibroids for so many women, you'll be shocked. In fact, you remember Aunty Patience? The one they said needed urgent surgery because her fibroid was 10cm?"

"Yes nah, I heard she traveled abroad for the operation."

"Abroad gini? That woman went to Mama Olisakwe. Within one month, the fibroid shrank. She went back for another scan… nothing. The doctors were confused."

I didn't believe her at first.

You know how Nigerians like to exaggerate.

But Chioma swore on her children's lives.

"Ngozi, I'm not playing with you. This woman's method works. And it's not juju o. It's pure natural herbs. Our great-grandmother used the same method."

Something in her voice made me believe her.

Or maybe it was desperation.

I don't know.

But I agreed to go see this Mama Olisakwe.

Meeting Mama Olisakwe

Two weeks later, I took Friday off work and traveled to Enugu.

Chioma picked me up from the park and drove me to a quiet village about 30 minutes from the main town.

Mama Olisakwe lived in a small compound with a well-maintained garden full of plants I had never seen before.

She was a petite woman, maybe in her early 70s, with kind eyes and a gentle smile.

We greeted her in Igbo, and she invited us to sit under a mango tree in her compound.

"Nwa m, Chioma told me about you," she said in Igbo. "You have fibroid?"

"Yes, Mama."

"How big?"

"The doctor said 8cm. There are smaller ones too."

She nodded slowly, as if she had heard this story a thousand times.

"And they want to remove your womb?"

"Yes, Mama."

She shook her head.

"These doctors… always quick to cut. They don't tell you there's another way."

"Another way, Mama?"

She leaned forward.

"My daughter, fibroids are not a curse. They are not a death sentence. They are just your body's way of saying something is out of balance."

She explained in simple terms that fibroids grow because of excess estrogen and inflammation in the body.

And that if you reduce the inflammation and balance the hormones naturally, the fibroids will shrink on their own.

No surgery needed.

"But Mama, I've tried herbal medicines before. They didn't work."

She smiled.

"That's because most of those herbalists don't know what they're doing. They just mix things together and pray it works. But this method I will teach you… it attacks the fibroid from three angles:

1. It stops the fibroid from growing bigger.

2. It reduces the size of the existing fibroids.

3. It stops the heavy bleeding and pain immediately.

She said it so calmly, like she was describing how to make jollof rice.

I wanted to believe her.

But after all the money I had wasted, I was skeptical.

"Mama, how long will it take?"

"If you follow everything I tell you… 21 to 30 days, you'll see changes. After 2 to 3 months, go back for another scan. You'll be shocked."

21 days?

I had been suffering for months.

What did I have to lose?

"Mama, please… teach me."

The 21-Day Fibroid Melter Protocol

Mama Olisakwe didn't just give me herbs and send me away.

She sat with me for over 2 hours, explaining everything in detail.

She told me the 3 types of herbs I needed to buy (all available in any major market).

She explained how to prepare them, when to drink them, and what foods to avoid.

She even gave me a small notebook and made me write everything down so I wouldn't forget.

Before I left, she said:

"Nwa m, this method works. But you must be disciplined. No skipping. No shortcuts. Follow it exactly as I've told you."

I promised her I would.

As I was leaving, she called me back.

"One more thing… when you go for your next scan and the doctor is confused about where the fibroids went… don't tell them what you did."

"Why, Mama?"

She smiled.

"Because they won't believe you. And they'll try to discourage other women from trying. Just thank God and move on."

I didn't understand what she meant then.

But I would, very soon.

The First 7 Days: Nothing

I started the protocol the very next day.

Every morning, I would wake up at 5:30am to prepare the herbs exactly as Mama Olisakwe instructed.

I drank the bitter mixture on an empty stomach.

I followed the diet strictly (no fried foods, no red meat, no alcohol).

I drank plenty of water.

I avoided stress as much as I could.

But for the first 7 days?

Nothing happened.

The bleeding continued.

The pain was still there.

My stomach still looked swollen.

I started doubting again.

"Chioma, are you sure this Mama Olisakwe knows what she's doing?"

"Ngozi, calm down. She said 21 days, not 7 days. Be patient."

Easy for her to say.

She wasn't the one soaking through pads like tap water.

Day 8: The First Sign

On the 8th day, something changed.

I woke up and realized… the pain was less.

Not gone completely, but definitely less.

That constant, dull ache that had become part of my life?

It was now just a small discomfort.

I didn't want to get my hopes up, so I didn't tell anyone.

But I kept following the protocol religiously.

Day 12: The Bleeding Slowed Down

By day 12, I noticed the bleeding had reduced significantly.

I was now using 3-4 pads per day instead of 8-10.

The clots were smaller.

The gushing had stopped.

For the first time in months, I could sit down without feeling like I was sitting in a pool.

I called Chioma, crying.

"It's working! Chioma, it's actually working!"

She laughed.

"I told you! Mama Olisakwe doesn't play."

Day 21: I Couldn't Believe It

By day 21, I felt like a completely different person.

The bleeding had reduced to normal period levels.

The pain was 80% gone.

My energy was back.

I wasn't dizzy anymore.

My stomach, which had been swollen and hard, was noticeably flatter.

Even my husband noticed.

"Babe, you look different. Lighter. Happier."

I smiled.

"I feel different."

But I wasn't going to celebrate yet.

I needed proof.

I needed to see what was happening inside my body.

The Scan That Made the Doctor Speechless

Four weeks after I started Mama Olisakwe's protocol, I went back to the same hospital for another scan.

Different radiologist this time.

As she moved the probe around my stomach, I watched her face carefully.

She frowned.

Moved the probe again.

Checked my previous scan result.

Moved the probe again.

Then she called in another doctor.

They both stared at the screen, whispering to each other.

My heart was pounding.

"What's wrong? Has it gotten bigger?"

The radiologist looked at me with a confused expression.

"Madam… your fibroids… they've shrunk."

"Shrunk? By how much?"

She pointed at the screen.

"The one that was 8cm is now measuring 3.2cm. The others are barely visible."

I couldn't breathe.

3.2cm?

From 8cm?

In just 4 weeks?

The doctor who had originally recommended surgery came into the room.

She looked at the new scan.

Looked at the old scan.

Looked at me.

"Mrs. Ngozi… what did you do?"

I remembered Mama Olisakwe's warning.

"Nothing special, doctor. Just… prayed and rested."

She didn't believe me, I could tell.

But she couldn't argue with the scan results.

"Well… whatever you did, keep doing it. This is remarkable."

Remarkable.

That was the word she used.

I walked out of that hospital feeling 10 feet tall.

For the first time in months, I wasn't scared.

I wasn't hopeless.

I wasn't broken.

I was healed.

Two Months Later: Complete Transformation

I continued the protocol for another 2 months (Mama Olisakwe said to continue for full effect).

By month 3, I went for another scan.

This time, a different hospital entirely.

The doctor looked at the results and said:

"Madam, I see some very tiny fibroids here, but they're insignificant. Nothing to worry about. Your uterus looks healthy."

Healthy.

I almost cried right there in the doctor's office.

From "you need surgery or you'll lose your womb"…

To "your uterus looks healthy" in just 3 months.

No surgery.

No hospital admission.

No anesthesia.

No scars.

No missing womb.

Just a simple natural method that our grandmothers used before hospitals existed.

I'm Not the Only One

After my transformation, I couldn't keep quiet.

I started telling other women about Mama Olisakwe's method.

My colleague at work who had a 6cm fibroid… shrunk to 1.5cm in 6 weeks.

My neighbor who was scheduled for surgery next month… canceled the surgery after her fibroid reduced from 9cm to 2cm.

My church member who had been bleeding for 8 months straight… bleeding stopped completely in 2 weeks.

Even my mother-in-law (yes, that same woman who was pressuring my husband to "find a complete woman") developed fibroids at age 58.

Guess who she came to for help? 😏

Me.

And guess what?

It worked for her too.

That woman now tells everyone in the village about "Mama Olisakwe's miracle method."

The same woman who wanted to replace me.

God is indeed wonderful.

Why Am I Sharing This?

After my healing, I made a decision.

No woman should have to go through what I went through.

No woman should have to choose between keeping her womb and living in pain.

No woman should have to spend hundreds of thousands of naira on treatments that don't work.

No woman should have to fear surgery because of stories of women who went to the hospital and never came back.

So I reached out to Mama Olisakwe and asked her permission to share her method with other women.

At first, she was hesitant.

"Nwa m, this knowledge has been in our family for generations. We don't just share it with everybody."

But I pleaded with her.

I told her about all the women who were suffering.

Women who were being told to remove their wombs.

Women who were spending their life savings on surgeries that might not even work.

Young women who still wanted to have children but were being told it was too late.

After much conversation (and a small appreciation gift 😊), she agreed.

But she made me promise one thing:

"Make sure they follow the instructions exactly. No shortcuts. No 'I'll do it my own way.' This method works, but only if you're disciplined."

I promised her.

And that's how this guide was born.

Introducing: Mama Olisakwe's Fibroid Melter Protocol

I've taken everything Mama Olisakwe taught me…

Every herb.

Every instruction.

Every timing.

Every dietary guideline.

Every warning.

And I've put it all into one simple, easy-to-follow guide.

No medical jargon.

No complicated procedures.

No expensive equipment.

Just simple, step-by-step instructions that any woman can follow from the comfort of her home.

And best of all?

You don't need to travel to any village.

You don't need to meet any herbalist in person.

You don't need any special spiritual prayers or deliverance.

Everything you need is available in your local market or any herbal shop.

The total cost of all the herbs?

Less than ₦5,000.

This method costs less than your monthly data subscription.

Yet it has the power to save your womb.

But Wait… How Much Does This Guide Cost?

Let me be honest with you.

Putting this guide together wasn't cheap.

• I paid someone to help me organize everything properly so it's easy to understand – ₦45,000
• I paid a medical consultant to review the content and confirm everything is safe – ₦65,000
• I tested different versions with different women to see which format works best – time and transport money, around ₦30,000
• I paid a graphics designer to make the guide clean and professional-looking – ₦25,000
• I even paid someone to teach me how to set up the payment system and delivery – ₦15,000

Total investment: ₦180,000

And that's not even counting the years of suffering I went through before I discovered this method.

Or the over ₦400,000 I wasted on treatments that didn't work.

So if I wanted to sell this guide for ₦50,000… it would be fair, right?

After all, it could save you from a ₦500,000 - ₦2,000,000 surgery.

But I won't charge you ₦50,000.

I won't even charge you ₦30,000.

Because I remember what it's like to be desperate.

To be scared.

To be broke from spending money on endless hospital visits.

A fair price would be ₦19,500.

Less than a single hospital consultation and scan.

Less than one month of those useless hormonal injections.

Less than the transport money you'll spend going back and forth to the hospital.

But even that might be too much for some women who are already drowning in medical bills.

So here's what I'm going to do…

If you take action right now, today, you can get the complete Mama Olisakwe's Fibroid Melter Protocol for just…

Why?

Because I want to make sure I can personally respond to questions and provide support.

Once too many people have access, I won't be able to keep up.

So if you're serious about shrinking your fibroids naturally…

If you're tired of doctors pressuring you to do surgery…

If you want to keep your womb intact and functional…

Then you need to act fast.

Once you click the red button above, here's what happens:

• You'll be taken to a simple payment page
• You'll see the bank account details to make your transfer (we accept bank transfer only - no card, no drama, no wahala)
• You'll also see my personal WhatsApp number
• Once you've transferred ₦9,500, simply send your payment receipt to my WhatsApp
• I'll personally verify your payment and send you the complete Fibroid Melter Protocol guide immediately (both via WhatsApp and email, so you have backup)

You're not dealing with any automated system or customer service rep.

It's me, Ngozi.

As long as your payment is confirmed, your access is 100% guaranteed.

But please… don't wait.

Fibroids don't wait.

Every day you delay is another day the fibroid grows bigger.

Another day of heavy bleeding.

Another day of pain.

Another day closer to surgery.

The time to act is NOW.

WAIT! I Have Something Special For You…

If you're one of the first 25 women to get this guide today…

I'm going to add 2 powerful bonuses that will make your healing journey even easier:

BONUS #1: The Fibroid-Fighting Food List (Value: ₦5,000)

A complete list of:

• 15 foods that shrink fibroids naturally
• 10 foods that make fibroids grow bigger (avoid these!)
• Simple meal plan for 7 days
• Nigerian-friendly recipes that support fibroid healing
• Smoothie recipes that reduce inflammation

This alone is worth ₦5,000.

But you're getting it FREE today.

BONUS #2: The Heavy Bleeding Emergency Protocol (Value: ₦7,000)

What to do when the bleeding is so heavy you're scared.

• The 3 herbs that stop heavy bleeding within 24-48 hours
• How to quickly boost your blood level naturally (no blood tonic needed)
• Emergency measures when you can't get to the hospital
• How to prevent blood clots from forming

This is life-saving information.

Worth ₦7,000.

But it's yours FREE today.

That's over 70% discount.

But only for the first 25 women.

And only if you act NOW.

In fact, since I posted this yesterday…

5 more women paid overnight.

That means 15 women have already grabbed this offer.

And you're not the only one reading this page right now.

Dozens of women are viewing this same page.

Some are still reading.

Some are about to click the payment button.

Don't let them beat you to it.

Because once those 10 spots are gone…

The price goes back up to ₦19,500.

And I might even close access completely for a while so I can focus on helping the women who've already joined.

You've read this far for a reason.

Your womb is crying out for help.

This is your sign.

You literally have NOTHING to lose and your womb to save.

I'm taking all the risk.

All you have to do is try it.

Can your doctor give you this guarantee?

Can surgery come with a money-back guarantee?

No.

But I can.

Because I've seen this method work for over 200+ women.

I've seen fibroids shrink from 10cm to 2cm.

I've seen women cancel surgeries.

I've seen heavy bleeding stop in less than 2 weeks.

I've seen women get their lives back.

And I know it will work for you too.

But you have to take the first step.

Right Now, You Have A Choice To Make…

Tomorrow, this offer might be gone.

Tomorrow, the price might be back to ₦19,500.

Tomorrow, I might close access completely.

Tomorrow, your fibroid might be bigger than it is today.

Don't let "tomorrow" become your biggest regret.

One Last Thing Before You Go…

I want you to imagine something.

It's 3 months from now.

You're sitting in the doctor's office.

The scan results are on the desk.

The doctor looks at you and says:

"Mrs. [Your Name], I don't know what you did… but your fibroids have shrunk significantly. You don't need surgery anymore."

How will you feel in that moment?

The relief.

The joy.

The gratitude.

The victory.

That moment is waiting for you.

All you have to do is claim it.

I'll see you on the other side, sister.

Your womb is waiting to be saved.

Let's save it together.

With love and prayers for your complete healing,

Ngozi 💚