A LIFETIME TESTIMONY

I want to share a testimony that is very precious in my family. A testimony we are always eager to share. It happened sixteen years ago. My mum went to the market to get food stuffs for the house, back then we were staying in my state. My dad was to arrive from Lagos as he was currently working there. Usually, my mum makes a list of what she wants to buy in the market before setting out.
On this particular day she left out Maggi from the list of things which she was supposed to buy, which is very unlike her. Then she decided to send my brother to get it.
“Valentine, please watch the cars passing by and make sure you stay away from the main road”
Prior to this time my immediate elder brother had told my mum that he had a dream that the flower vase on our table got broken. So my mum gathered us to pray and my immediate elder brother sang this song
“The devil is losing again……”
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Car tires screeching, driver tries to swerve, but succeeds in picking the young boy from the wall. Drags him a long distance, with the car leaving a mark on the wall…eventually climbs on him, the market women in the vehicle rush down to help the boy and then suddenly the driver drives off.
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A Muslim man runs to the scene and places his chest on the boy
“He is Dead”
They got a piece of cloth and they covered him. “Who is the boy’s mother and how can we get to her?” they asked.
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A good Samaritan runs to a nearby house
“Mama Val, Mama Val”
She rushes out
“Your son Val had an accident and he is dead”
She runs to a nearby well to jump inside and suddenly hears a voice saying “He that keepeth watch over thee neither slumbers nor sleep” (Ps 121:4)

Here the story goes; my brother was taken to several hospitals, only to be told that the doctors were not available. Due to the chaos, they forgot a nearby hospital, to which the doctor was a family friend. On getting there my mum went out to pray as she wasn’t let in with him.
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“Father, I shut the gates of Heaven and Hell, no one gets in, till my son comes back”
Minutes after, the doctor comes to meet her where she is
“Madam, your son is back to life, but in a critical condition.
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My dad gets back from Lagos and hears that his first son was involved in an accident, though by then it wasn’t so critical any more. What happened next always brings gratitude to our hearts.

The continuing part coming up next….

I want to thank all who contributed in the name suggestions of the previous article, Mr. Oshin Emmanuel, Mr. Seyi Akinseesin, Mr. Barry,Mr. Jon Koko, Miss. Susan Ug, Miss. Marian, Mr. Kayode Onoba, Miss. Ibk, Mr. Akpaibor Etse, Pst. Omo Jesu, Beyond Words. I had a hard time picking any of the Names, so the article remains nameless as they each suit the article in their different ways.