WE ARE ABLE Episode 7 by SammyHoe

WE ARE ABLE Episode 7 by SammyHoe

Rachael my aunty is a widow. Her children are in boarding school. She is a civil servant. She is a very hardworking and religious type. She seems very godly and I appreciate her lifestyle. I feel at home in her house more than in my father’s house.

Racheal is about five feet seven inches tall. Her natural hair is what she has on her head but it looks very long such that it makes me doubt that it is natural. My mother’s natural hair hasn’t been as long as half of hers. They cut often.

Rachael is only two years younger than my mother, yet she is already a widow. Her husband died in a plane crash some years back. They are wealthy. She is lucky however that her husband is distant from family members while he was alive, else they would have sent her packing.

Rachael doesn’t play with church issue. She will never skip church activities for anything. Her faith seems to be very strong. She believes in moving mountain with prayers. She loves to fill my head up with challenging testimonies from the Bible. I wonder why I haven’t witnessed any such testimony in our real life today.

“It’s faith,” she says. “People in our contemporary world don’t have faith anymore. They are more hasty than God.”

In one way or the other, I used to believe in God anytime I am with her. The love and care she shows, the warm accommodation–even the devil himself will tend to repent of his sins after spending a week or two with her, I think.

My aunty suddenly comes up with an idea. She says that she has a very strong faith that my deafness and dumbness will end before the end of that month June. I doubt it.

“Rose, my faith is lifted,” she says. “Only believe, you will speak and hear this month,” she assures me. As usual, she will always have testimonies to back up her claims. She is better off being a motivational speaker. I wonder what she is doing in the civil service.

Rachael tells us that there is a Crusade coming up and their general pastor will be coming all the way from Abuja their headquarters.

“Rachael, the lame have walked, the blind have seen, the sick have been healed. I am strongly sure this is your time, Rose. The pastor doesn’t need to lay hands on you before you receive your healing.”

“Are you sure aunty?” I ask in doubt.

“Yes! Will I ever lie to you?” she reassures me. I take her by her word.

It is a holiday period for me already because I have finished my common entrance examination without my daddy’s support. She(Rachael) is even the one who takes up all the responsibilities then.

The crusade will be a five-day crusade. An open air crusade it is called. No canopy at all–we have to chase rain away with our prayers. The first night it rained heavily. We become wet from head to toes.

My aunty calls it showers of blessing.

“When Elijah was about to do exploit, it began with showers of rain. Rose, this is the assurance that you will get your divine touch,” she says. I believe her.

The second, third and fourth days passed without any thing. I begin to doubt what aunty says. However, people come out each day to share their testimonies. Two blind people also came out to say that they were blind but now they see. Even a deaf boy shares his testimony.

Before the dawn of the fifth day, my aunty prays for me personally. She cast out the spirit of deafness and dumbness but nothing happens. That spirit inside my mouth and ears must be too stubborn for remaining there, going by how my aunty was shouting vigorously(I know she was shouting going by the look of her face as she opened her mouth).

On the fifth day, the embarrassment becomes so pronounced, not only on me but on my aunty too when nothing happens to me. She weeps bitterly.

“Why? God why?” she weeps.

“God hates me,” I say.

“Don’t say so!”

“Or there is no God!”

“Hey! Rose, don’t go there!” my mother reprimands me at once.

That night, I slept and had a nightmare…

My Nightmare

In my dream, I saw a woman sitting beside a native doctor. They were speaking, but I didn’t hear what they were saying since I was deaf and dumb. They were looking inside a small calabash filled with water. I saw my image in that calabash. They bent over the calabash and going by the look of their mouths, they were shouting something. They kept shouting and shouting inside the water, but nothing happened.

I wake from sleep. I tremble. I tell my mummy and my aunty what I see.

“Praise the Lord, Rose!” my aunty shouts. “That woman you see in your dream is your enemy. She has taken your name to the herbalist and they are calling your name to death. But since you can’t hear them, you didn’t respond. If you have responded, Rose, that is the end.”

“Ah!” my mummy shouts.

Now I thank my star that I haven’t received the miracle of speaking and hearing. If I have, then I would have heard and replied the wicked people calling my name and then I would have died.

“Thank you Jesus,” I say.

Moral lesson of this Episode:
GOD DOES EVERYTHING 4 A PURPOSE, SO IF U HAVE ANY PROBLEM ND IT HASN’T BEEN SOLVED BY GOD, DON’T WORRY, BE HAPPY

As i have i said before, this story is not a story to joke with,
invites your friends let them learn and be motivated…
I BET U, THEY WONT BE DISAPPOINTED!!!
Every word in this story is not for fun if you can read well

*******TO BE CONTINUED*******

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