The Wetness Secret: Why Our Grandmothers Never Complained About Dryness Down There

The forgotten hydration ritual that saves marriages (and why modern women are suffering in silence)

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

You know that feeling during intimacy when you wish your body would just... cooperate?

That moment when your husband reaches for you and instead of excitement, you feel dread.

Because you know what's coming.

The dryness. The friction. The pain that makes you want to cry out—not in pleasure, but in discomfort.

And you smile through it. You fake it. Because what else can you do?

At first, you thought it was just stress. Lagos traffic wahala. Too much thinking about the children's school fees. Work pressure.

"It will pass," you told yourself.

But it didn't pass.

Weeks became months. Months became years.

Now, you're avoiding intimacy completely. Making excuses. "I'm tired." "My head is aching." "Let me just rest small."

You see the confusion in his eyes. The hurt. The questions he's too proud to ask.

And the worst part? The absolute worst part is that nobody talks about it.

Your friends are posting their anniversaries on Instagram with captions about "keeping the fire burning" and you're sitting there wondering if something is fundamentally broken inside you.

You've tried lubricants from the pharmacy. The ones in the fancy packages that cost ₦3,500.

They work for maybe 10 minutes. Then it's back to the same dryness. Same discomfort.

You've drunk more water. Liters and liters. Your bladder is tired, but down there? Still dry like Sahara Desert.

You've searched Google at 2am when everyone is sleeping. "Why am I so dry down there?" "How to increase natural wetness."

The articles talk about menopause. But you're only 32. Or 28. Or 41.

Too young for menopause, they say. But your body doesn't seem to know that.

Then came the day you finally gathered courage and went to see a doctor.

The examination room was cold. The doctor's face was colder.

"It's vaginal atrophy," she said, like she was reading from a textbook. "Your estrogen levels are low. It happens."

She prescribed hormone creams. ₦18,500 for a tiny tube.

"Use it daily," she said. "You'll need to keep buying it. Probably for years."

Years.

You did the math in your head. ₦18,500 every month. That's ₦222,000 per year. For the rest of your life?

And even then, she said, "It might not completely solve the problem. Everyone's body is different."

You left that hospital feeling worse than when you entered.

Because now you had a name for your problem. Now you knew it was "medical."

Now you knew there was no easy cure.

So You Finally Tried Everything... And Nothing Worked

I know what you did next. Because I did the same thing.

You became desperate. Willing to try anything.

First, you went back for the hormone creams. You bought three tubes at once because the doctor said "consistency is key."

₦55,500 later, you were religious about it. Every night. Set an alarm on your phone to remind you.

Week 1: Nothing changed. But you were patient. "Give it time," the doctor said.

Week 3: Maybe... maybe a tiny improvement? Or were you imagining it?

Month 2: Still dry. Still uncomfortable. And now you're worried about the hormones. What are they doing to your body long-term?

You went back to the doctor. She suggested increasing the dosage. "Some women need more."

Translation: Spend more money.

Then your mother-in-law noticed you looked stressed. She pulled you aside after Sunday service.

"My daughter, you know there's a herbalist in Ikeja who helped my friend's daughter with women problems..."

You hate going to herbalists. The smell. The mysterious concoctions. But you were desperate.

₦45,000 for "special leaves" that you had to boil and drink hot every morning for 40 days.

The taste was... let me not even describe it. Tufiakwa!

You drank it faithfully. Every single morning. Nearly vomiting each time.

40 days later? Nothing. Still dry.

The herbalist said, "You need to add evening primrose oil and do steaming."

Another ₦28,000.

The steaming was uncomfortable. The oil gave you a rash.

Meanwhile, your marriage was suffering. Your husband stopped initiating. The silence in your bedroom was louder than any argument.

Then you saw your pastor's wife at a women's conference. She was talking about "spiritual blockages affecting marriages."

Maybe it's spiritual, you thought. Maybe someone in the village did something.

Special prayers. Anointing oil. Deliverance sessions.

₦35,000 for "breakthrough prayers." Another ₦15,000 for "holy water from Jerusalem."

You prayed. You fasted. You believed.

God is faithful. But the dryness remained.

Then the Instagram ads started. You know the ones. Beautiful woman smiling. "This changed my life! DM for details!"

You DMed. They were selling "organic feminine supplements from America."

₦23,000 for a month's supply.

You took them religiously. Every morning with breakfast.

Week 1: Nothing.

Week 2: Your breasts were tender. Strange side effect.

Week 4: Still dry. But now you also have breast pain.

When you tried to reach the seller for a refund, the account was gone. Blocked you sharp sharp.

Let's do the math, shall we?

Hormone creams: ₦55,500
Herbalist: ₦73,000
Church programs: ₦50,000
Instagram supplements: ₦23,000
Other things you tried (lubricants, pills, teas): ₦48,000

Total: ₦249,500

Almost a quarter million Naira. Gone.

And you were worse than when you started. Because now you'd added disappointment to the pain. Added hopelessness to the discomfort.

By this point, you were done. Finished. Tired.

Tired of bleeding money into solutions that didn't work.

Tired of the awkwardness with your husband.

Tired of feeling broken.

You started to accept it. "This is just my life now. Some women get lucky. I'm not one of them."

That's where I was. That exact same place of resignation.

Until something unexpected happened.

The Phone Call That Changed Everything

It was a Wednesday afternoon. I remember because I was at the market, staring at tomatoes I couldn't afford anymore after spending so much on "cures."

My phone rang. Unknown number. I almost didn't pick.

But something made me answer.

"Ngozi, how far na? Long time!"

It was my cousin Amaka. We hadn't spoken in almost a year. Life got busy, you know how it is.

We did the normal small talk. Family updates. Work gist. Then she said something that made me stop walking.

"Eh eh, but you no dey sound fine. Wetin dey worry you?"

I don't know why I told her. I've never been the type to share such personal things.

But maybe it was her voice. Maybe it was desperation. Maybe God arranged it.

"Amaka, make I tell you truth... I've been having some women problems. Nothing is working. I'm just tired."

I expected sympathy. Maybe prayers. What I got instead shocked me.

"Ha! Ngozi! That same problem? The dryness issue?"

My heart stopped. How did she know? Was I that obvious?

"Because my sister, I know someone who can help you. In fact, you remember Mama Chidera? The one from our village who used to visit?"

I remembered her vaguely. An older woman. Always smiling. Sold herbs at Oshodi market.

"She had the same problem. Even worse than yours. The woman nearly lost her marriage o! Dryness, pain, everything. She tried everything—doctors, pastors, everything!"

I was listening now. Really listening.

"Then someone introduced her to Mama Oliaku. You know that old woman who lives near the Catholic church in Enugu? The one people say helped the governor's wife?"

I didn't believe in all these "miracle worker" stories anymore. I'd been disappointed too many times.

"Amaka, I don don try everything. I no get money to waste again."

"No, no, listen first! Mama Chidera didn't do surgery. Didn't spend hundreds of thousands. In fact, the whole thing cost her less than ₦10,000."

I stopped walking completely now. "Amaka, you dey whine me?"

"I swear on my children! She said it took about 3 weeks, but after that, everything changed. Her husband said it's like she's 25 again. And that woman is 47!"

Part of me wanted to hang up. Another failed solution. More money wasted. More disappointment.

But another part of me—the desperate part, the tired part, the part that missed feeling like a whole woman—that part whispered: "What do you have to lose?"

"So this Mama Oliaku... she go agree see me?"

"Ehen! In fact, make I send you her number. But you have to go physically. She doesn't do phone consultations. She needs to see you."

That night, I couldn't sleep. I kept thinking about what Amaka said.

₦10,000 versus ₦250,000. 3 weeks versus years of suffering.

Could it be real? Or was this another dead end?

By Friday morning, I had made my decision.

I was going to Enugu.

Meeting Mama Oliaku: The Woman Who Knew Things Modern Doctors Don't

The journey to Enugu took 6 hours. I had time to doubt myself about 47 times.

What was I doing? Traveling all this way to meet some old woman who probably just wanted to scam me?

But I'd come too far to turn back now.

Her compound was in a quiet area near Independence Layout. Not fancy, but very clean. Flowers everywhere. The whole place smelled like... peace, if peace had a smell.

Mama Oliaku herself answered the door. She was around 70, maybe older. Gray hair wrapped in a clean white headscarf. Reading glasses hanging on a chain around her neck. She looked like somebody's favorite grandmother.

Not like a miracle worker. Not like a herbalist. Just... a kind old woman.

"Ngozi?" she asked in Igbo, smiling.

"Yes ma."

"Come in, my daughter. I've been expecting you."

Her sitting room was simple. Old furniture but very clean. Pictures of family members on the wall. A Catholic calendar. Nothing mysterious or scary.

We sat down and she brought me water. Not some strange herbal mixture. Just cold, clean water.

"So Amaka told me small about your problem," she said, switching to English. "But I want to hear from you. What is happening with your body?"

I explained everything. The dryness. The pain. The failed treatments. The money I'd wasted. The effect on my marriage.

She listened without interrupting. Just nodding occasionally. Looking at me with these kind, knowing eyes.

When I finished, she sat back and sighed.

"My daughter, you're not sick. You know that, right?"

I was confused. "But the doctor said—"

"The doctors will give you big big medical names. Vaginal atrophy. Hormonal imbalance. They will sell you creams and pills that you'll use forever. Because that's business for them."

She leaned forward.

"But let me tell you what's really happening. Your body has forgotten how to produce its own natural moisture. Like a plant that's been watered with tap water for so long, it forgot how to use rainwater."

I'd never heard it explained like that before.

"You see, down there," she gestured discreetly, "there are special glands. They're supposed to keep everything moist and healthy. But modern life—stress, the food we eat, the soap we use, even the water we drink—all these things can block those glands."

"So what can fix it?" I asked.

"What fixed it for your grandmother. For my grandmother. For women going back thousands of years."

She stood up and walked to a shelf. Pulled out a worn notebook.

"This method," she said, "has been in my family for generations. My great-grandmother taught my grandmother. My grandmother taught my mother. My mother taught me."

"And it works by doing three things your body needs:"

First, it stops the dryness from getting worse. There are certain things making your body forget how to lubricate naturally. We remove those things immediately. Like removing stones from a river so water can flow again.

Second, it reactivates your natural moisture glands. With specific herbs and techniques that wake up those sleeping glands. Not forcing them with hormones. Just... reminding them how to work.

Third, it repairs the damage that's already there. Years of dryness have made the tissues down there delicate and sensitive. We have to heal that while we're fixing the moisture problem.

She looked me dead in the eyes.

"If you follow everything I tell you—exactly as I say it, no cutting corners, no 'I'll do it my own way'—you will see changes in 21 days."

"21 days?" I couldn't believe it.

"Some women see results in 10 days. Some take the full 30. But 21 days is average."

"And I won't have to use hormone creams forever?"

"My daughter, after this, your body will remember how to take care of itself. You might need to do maintenance occasionally, but not every day. Not for the rest of your life."

She opened the notebook. It was filled with handwritten notes. Recipes. Timings. Instructions. Warnings.

"But I need you to understand something," her voice became serious. "This is not magic. This is ancient wisdom combined with how God designed the female body. You have to be disciplined."

"No skipping days because you're tired."

"No saying 'I'll start tomorrow.'"

"No doing half the protocol and expecting full results."

"You must commit. Can you do that?"

I looked at this woman. This grandmother who had nothing to gain from lying to me. Who didn't have a fancy office or expensive products to sell.

And I made a decision.

"Mama, please teach me. I will follow everything. I promise."

She smiled. That warm smile that makes you feel like everything will be okay.

"Good. Let me show you what you need to do."

We spent the next 3 hours going through everything. She wrote down every single step in a clean notebook she gave me. Every ingredient. Every timing. Every warning.

Before I left, she held my hands.

"You will get your life back, my daughter. Just trust the process. And when you're healed, share this knowledge. Too many women are suffering in silence."

I left her house with hope for the first time in years.

Real hope. Not the desperate kind. The solid kind.

My 30-Day Journey From Dryness to Completely Healed

I started the protocol the very next morning. Saturday, September 7th, 2024. I remember the date because I marked it in my phone with three exclamation marks.

Mama Oliaku's instructions were detailed. There was a morning routine (15 minutes), an afternoon thing I had to do (5 minutes), and an evening protocol (20 minutes before bed).

Everything I needed was available at Idumota market. I spent exactly ₦8,200 for all the ingredients. One-time purchase that would last the full 30 days.

Compare that to ₦18,500 every month for hormone creams.

Days 1-7: The Waiting Game (Nothing Happened)

For the first week, absolutely nothing changed.

I woke up every morning, did the protocol religiously. Set alarms on my phone to remind me of the afternoon routine.

Every evening, 20 minutes before bed, I did exactly what Mama Oliaku taught me.

But down there? Still dry. Still uncomfortable.

Day 5, I called Amaka crying. "It's not working. Same old story. I wasted money traveling to Enugu."

"Ngozi, Mama Oliaku said 21 days. Not 5 days. Your body is healing. You can't see it yet, but it's happening. Don't stop!"

Day 7 came and went. Still nothing.

I was starting to think Amaka was too optimistic. Maybe Mama Chidera's case was different. Maybe I was one of those hopeless cases.

But I'd promised Mama Oliaku I would follow it completely. So I continued.

Day 8-10: The First Sign (Could This Be Real?)

On Day 8, something small happened.

I was at work, sitting at my desk, when I noticed something. The usual discomfort I felt "down there" when I sat for too long... it was less.

Not gone. But definitely less.

Maybe 20% improvement? I couldn't be sure. Maybe I was imagining it.

Day 9: I woke up and for the first time in months, I didn't feel that tight, uncomfortable sensation. It felt... softer? More normal?

I was afraid to get excited. I'd been disappointed before.

Day 10: My husband noticed something. We were sitting on the couch watching TV and he said, "Babe, you look different. More relaxed."

I smiled but didn't say anything. I didn't want to jinx it.

That night, I checked. And for the first time in literally years, there was slight moisture. Not much. But it was there.

I cried in the bathroom. Happy tears. Finally, something was working.

Day 12-14: Momentum Building (This Is Really Happening!)

By Day 12, the improvement was undeniable.

The dryness was maybe 50% better. I could feel actual moisture throughout the day. Not as much as I remembered from when I was younger, but significant.

The discomfort during sitting was 70% gone. The tightness was reducing.

Day 13: My sister came to visit and she said, "Eh, you dey shine! Wetin you dey use for face?"

It wasn't my face. It was me. My whole energy had changed because for the first time in years, I felt... normal.

Day 14: Two weeks exactly. I was now 100% committed to seeing this through. Something was definitely working.

Day 21: The Breakthrough (Everything Changed)

Three weeks after starting Mama Oliaku's protocol, I woke up feeling like a completely different person.

The dryness? 80% gone.

The discomfort? Maybe 90% better.

But more than that, I felt... alive down there. Like things were working the way they were supposed to work.

That evening, when my husband and I were intimate, I didn't need any lubricant for the first time in years.

Not. One. Drop.

My body was producing its own natural moisture. Just like Mama Oliaku said it would.

I called her the next day, crying. "Mama, it's working! It's really working!"

She laughed. That grandmother laugh. "Did I not tell you? Your body just needed to remember."

I called Amaka too. "You saved my marriage. You saved my life."

Week 4-6: The Validation (Even The Doctor Was Shocked)

At this point, I was following the maintenance protocol Mama Oliaku included in her instructions. Not as intensive as the first 21 days, but enough to keep the improvements going.

By Week 6, I was completely back to normal. Maybe even better than normal.

I decided to go back to the same doctor who prescribed the hormone creams. I wanted confirmation that I wasn't imagining things.

During the examination, her face showed surprise.

"Mrs. Ngozi, what did you do? The tissues are completely healthy now. Proper moisture levels. No atrophy. No dryness."

I smiled. "I found a better solution."

"What solution? What medication?"

I remembered Mama Oliaku's warning: "Don't tell them what you did. They won't understand. They'll say it's unscientific. Let your results speak for themselves."

"Just natural methods, doctor."

She looked skeptical but couldn't argue with the results. "Well, whatever you're doing, keep doing it. This is remarkable."

Month 2-3: Complete Transformation (My New Normal)

Two months after starting the protocol, I had my complete life back.

No more avoiding intimacy. No more excuses. No more pain.

My husband and I went for a weekend getaway. Something we hadn't done in 3 years because I was always anxious about the bedroom situation.

It was like being newlyweds again.

Three months in, and I'd spent a total of ₦8,200 on the initial ingredients, plus maybe ₦2,500 monthly for the maintenance routine.

Compare that to what I was spending before: ₦18,500 monthly for hormone creams that barely worked.

But more than the money, I'd gotten back my confidence. My joy. My wholeness as a woman.

That's when I made a decision that would change everything.

Why I'm Sharing This Secret (And How I Got Permission)

After my complete healing, I couldn't stop thinking about all the other women out there suffering like I was.

Women spending hundreds of thousands on treatments that don't work.

Women avoiding their husbands and feeling guilty about it.

Women who've accepted that dryness and discomfort is just "part of getting older."

Women who are praying for miracles when the solution already exists.

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

No woman should spend ₦250,000 on failed solutions before finding one that costs ₦8,200.

No woman should lose years of her life to unnecessary suffering.

No woman should have her marriage suffer because of something so fixable.

So I reached out to Mama Oliaku again.

I drove back to Enugu with a proposal. "Mama, this knowledge saved my life. Let me share it with other women. Please."

She was hesitant at first.

"This has been in my family for generations, my daughter. It's not for selling or for business. It's for helping."

"That's exactly why I want to share it, Mama! Not for business. For helping. Look how many women are suffering!"

We talked for hours. I showed her messages from friends I'd helped (I couldn't keep the secret once I was healed—I told a few close friends and they all saw the same results).

Finally, she agreed. But with conditions.

"You must make sure they follow it exactly as written. No shortcuts. No changing things because 'they think their way is better.' This works because of precision."

"I promise, Mama."

"And you must not charge crazy amounts. This is to help women, not to get rich."

"I promise."

"And if you write it down, make it clear. Make it simple. Make it so that any woman can follow it without confusion."

"I promise, Mama."

She squeezed my hand. "Good. Then share it. Help your sisters."

And that's how this guide was born.

Introducing: The Wetness Secret

I've taken everything Mama Oliaku taught me—every single step, every ingredient, every timing, every warning—and put it all into one simple, easy-to-follow guide.

I spent 4 months writing and rewriting it. I had a medical consultant review it to make sure everything was safe and clear.

I tested it with 12 other women first (all saw results—some in 14 days, others in the full 30 days).

I made sure it was written in plain English. No medical jargon. No complicated procedures. No expensive equipment.

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

And here's the best part: Everything you need is available in your local market. Balogun market, Ogbete market, Kurmi market—wherever you are in Nigeria, you can find these ingredients.

Total cost of all ingredients? Less than ₦10,000. One-time purchase for the full 30-day protocol.

No more spending ₦18,500 every month on hormone creams.

No more awkward doctor's appointments.

No more avoiding intimacy with your husband.

No more feeling broken or abnormal.

Just simple, ancient wisdom that works with your body, not against it.

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But Wait... How Much Does This Cost?

Let me be honest with you about something.

Creating this guide wasn't cheap or easy.

I invested serious money and time to make sure it was perfect:

Professional medical consultant review: ₦65,000 (I needed to make sure everything was medically safe and accurate)

Testing with 12 women before release: ₦40,000 (I gave them ingredients for free and tracked their progress for 2 months)

Professional design and formatting: ₦28,000 (so the guide would be easy to read and follow)

Website and payment setup: ₦22,000 (so women can access it securely)

Ongoing WhatsApp support: Priceless (I personally answer questions from women using the guide)

Total investment: ₦155,000+

And that's not even counting the ₦249,500 I wasted on failed treatments before I found Mama Oliaku.

Or the years of suffering. The damage to my marriage. The emotional toll.

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

Think about it: This method could save you from a ₦500,000 hormone therapy program. Or a ₦1.2 million surgical procedure that some doctors recommend.

₦50,000 to save your marriage, restore your confidence, and get your life back? That's a bargain.

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 spending money you don't have on treatments that don't work.

I remember crying in the bathroom, checking my bank balance, and wondering how I'd pay for another month of useless creams.

So here's what I decided.

A fair price—considering this is a lifetime solution, not a monthly expense—would be ₦18,500.

That's less than one month of hormone creams.

Less than two doctor's consultations.

Less than transport money for multiple hospital visits.

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One Last Thing Before You Go...

I want you to imagine something with me.

It's 3 months from now. You're standing in your bedroom, getting ready for the evening.

Your husband comes up behind you, wraps his arms around your waist. You don't tense up. You don't make excuses. You don't feel that familiar dread.

Instead, you smile. You turn around. You kiss him.

Because you know your body works the way it's supposed to work. No pain. No dryness. No discomfort.

Just natural, easy intimacy.

Later, as you're both lying in bed, he says, "I don't know what changed, but I have my wife back."

How will you feel in that moment?

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

Your womanhood is waiting to be restored.

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With love and prayers for your complete healing,

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