Today we’d like to introduce you to Abigail Loth.
On September 25th, 1996, Abigail Loth was born in Baton Rouge, Louisiana. She was born to Oswaldo Loth and Hanna Yigletu. Her father is from Angola in South Africa and her mother is from Ethiopia, East Africa. They moved from Africa when she was about three years old because she would get sick a lot there and also because her parents wanted them to have a better life and education in the states.
At the time, living in the United States was most of my families dream. Fast forward to our transition, my parents put my older brother and me in a Christian school. Growing up in an African home, my parents were pretty strict. They were still the cool parents in the neighborhood tho. My dad helped pay for a couple of boys on my brothers basketball team tuition, my mom used to take all of the kids in the neighborhood to six flags, all of our kid events, and games and stuff so they were still pretty cool but when it came to school, respect and family time they were big on that. My father would go back and forth to Africa my entire life, most of his time was there though.
For a long time, I never acknowledged that and just masked it because I was always such a daddy’s girl but Now that I’m older and on a path that I want to stay true to my self, I can acknowledge that mainly he was just financially there for us. He wasn’t as present as I would’ve rathered him to be so pretty much my mom was a single mom raising us minus having to do it all by herself in the financial department. Around the age of nine, my mom got promoted to a better job in Atlanta, Ga so she and my father moved us. At first, I was sad about it, I didn’t want to leave my family behind but it was the better choice for us so my parents did what they had to do. The transition was smooth but different. We moved to the eastside and I noticed how much faster it was than Louisiana, but I liked it. My parents put us right back in private school, and at the age of 14 going on 15, I jumped off the porch as Atlanta people call it.
Now, I was always hanging with an older crowd because I was always ahead of my time, in a good way. Just wise beyond my years. It’s one of my God-given gifts. So anyway, I jumped off the porch, started going out more, sneaking out the house to go partying, drinking, smoking, everything but sex. I remember one time getting in trouble at school with a teacher, so my father told me I couldn’t go to a party I planned on going to that night. Do you know I jumped out of the window out of my house to go? LOL. I was never fast in a hoeish triffliant kind of way. Another one of my gifts. Anyway, I encouraged my mom to put me in public school so she did. I went to public school for the first two years of high school but transferred back to a private school 11th-grade year in order to graduate early.
So, that’s a little about me… now, meeting Nicholas Bankston. I met Nicc in 2011. We both were actually on a double date with each other’s friends. I remember the first night we met, my mom keeps calling me to come home and he got his cousin to call my mom and pretend she was my friend’s mom asking can I stay out later! The guy I was on the double date with didn’t even help me as much as Nicc did that night and that was my first night meeting him. So, I loved his vibe from day one and I guess he loved mine too, but again, we weren’t each other’s dates, we were just on a double date. So, that moment right there stood out to me. So anyway, we’re just friends for a year straight. I recall asking him to be my best friend and at first, he told me no because he knew we turn into more but he ended up saying yes you’re my best friend. 02/12/12 he asked me to be his girlfriend. I said yes. our first valentines day was amazing, then 02/22/12 was the first B-day I spent with him, his mom throw him a stripper party. My first stripped party, lol, so yes, he showed me a side of the world I’d never seen before. I was used to a small strict African family and he was used to a super big southern family. But I loved that about him. Since I graduated early, I decided to move out of Atlanta to Miami at the age of 16 going on 17. He decided to leave everything and everybody behind and come with me. We loved it at first. Created sooo many memories and great times but we weren’t financially stable so we kept bumping heads.
Eventually, he decided to move back and almost a year later, I decided to drop out of college and move back for him. He moved for me, so I thought I should move for him. I know crazy right, lol, soon after, I moved back, we found out, I was pregnant with our first kid. We were excited but didn’t have any plan and were living with his brother at the time, so it was stressful. We kept breaking up to make up for a year straight, but we never left each other alone for long. we were magnetic to each other even when we weren’t. Long story short, we found out we were pregnant with our second kid and we’re excited, yet still, stress because once again no plan just knew we wanted to be together and be a family. On the day of February 22nd, we woke up and got ready for our maternity shoot that I actually tried to push back because I was preggo and super emotional, but he pushed it so we still did it. We went to his hair cut appointment then went to the photoshoot. We did this photo shoot then went back to his mom’s house and it hit 12, we told him hbd, then his mom asked him to go to the store to get trash bags.
Normally, he would ask me to stay in the house while he went out and did stuff because I was pregnant, but this time was different. he actually asked me to come and I was so excited I said yes! his little brother asked to come then our daughter as well and he said yes to both. First, we stopped at his aunt’s house ate sang hbd, then we went to pick up his other siblings from his brother’s house. after that we went straight to his mom’s house… the car ride was so passionate. He was massaging my feet calling them fat preggo feet, singing to each other and holding hands the whole ride. As we pulled up to his mom’s gate and called, she didn’t answer, so we pulled up to the second gate. As we were making the right turn, all I hear is gunshots, everything goes black. When I open my eyes and look to the right of me, he is hanging over the steering wheel. That sums up the worst pain of my life, the pain to power.
Has it been a smooth road?
No, mothering by myself and just being stronger than my emotions. This too shall pass, get closer to God.
Please tell us more about your work, what you are currently focused on and most proud of.
I’m dedicated to empowering other women and bringing women out of their bondage and turning their pain to power. That originated from the inside of me but birthed from the pain.
Do you have any advice for finding a mentor or networking in general? What has worked well for you?
Start in the church or get a Christian one; haven’t started yet.
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