John demanded some copies of my story WE ARE ABLE and my poems too. He would help me market it in the prison yard for inmates and warders. I wept bitterly while leaving him, but I couldn’t help him.
My aunty became an evangelist, hosting
crusades all over
the nation and beyond. There was going
to be a great
miracle crusade. Yes! I believe in miracle
too. She didn’t
need to tell me after all I had gone
through in life. As
usual, she assured me that I would see
miracle.
Moses and I took Biodun along. We both
needed miracle—
his eyes, my auditory and speech. Laide
was also
wheeled to the venue by James her foster
father. The
crusade ground was hot—a two-day
miracle crusade. In
the end I was expecting to hear and
speak, but still I
couldn’t. Anyway, God’s grace is
sufficient for me, I
thought, because that was exactly what
God told Paul
when he didn’t take away his affliction.
Biodun signaled to me to ask if indeed
miracle was real. I
replied him a ‘yes’.
“But where is it?”
“All around us,” I said. “I knew how
Biodun would be
feeling right now.
“Can you hear and speak now? I’m still
blind just as I was,
why?”
“God understands,” I said.
“I doubt if there is anything called
miracle,” Biodun said.
“There is, Biodun.”
“A proof, Rose,” Biodun asked.
“Em…you see…Biodun,” I was short of
‘speech’, not
because I didn’t know what to say, but
because a living
miracle was limping towards us. Her
wheelchair was no
more in sight, perhaps it was the one
raised to the air by
some people over there. It was Laide!
Laide limped towards us and held us
tight. I didn’t need to
say a word to Biodun because Laide was
doing it herself.
She had never walked all her lives, but
miraculously, she
just did.
“Praise God!” they screamed together and
I signed
“Hallelujah!”
Biodun’s eyesight wasn’t restored on the
crusade ground
but something more than eyesight
located him on the
same spot we were. A young lady came
around and began
to say some things I didn’t hear. She was
weeping like a
baby. The lady told her story of how she
lost her
childhood elder brother recently. She had
this to say:
“I have grown to know just one person—
my elder brother.
We became orphans just around the age
of six and ten
respectively. He lost his eyesight to a
disease we had no
money to treat because there was no
parent for us. I
picked up the challenge of leading him
around, from one
place to another, begging money to fend
for ourselves. We
grew up together that way. I was so used
to Richard that I
never thought of leaving him, but
unfortunately, he died
two years back. I wept my eyes out—how
would I survive
without having him beside me? Who else
would I lead the
way? Other blind people I have seen are
not looking like
Richard in appearance, so definitely they
will not fill up
the vacuum in my life. But when I see
you, it seems like I
am seeing Richard. You look like a twin
brother to him.
Please can you at least give me the
chance to be your
private nurse?”
“But Rose here is my private nurse,”
Biodun responded.
“Just…please, let me be your nurse,” she
pleaded. Her
name was Dorcas. She had her way
eventually and in a matter of months, they had proposed to each other.
Soon they became husband and wife.
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“WE ARE ABLE!” I signed to a set of special deaf and dumb people in my former public secondary school.
“YES WE ARE!” they signed back.
THE END
No Condition is Permanent....
Nothing wil last forever
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