Then I woke up again, it was night but
things were different again. I was back at the hospital, momma was at my bed side staring at me but I couldn’t tell her what I had seen but I was glad to see her.
For the next few weeks, I was in two worlds not knowing how and who to tell from both sides. With the loving strangers by day and my momma by night.
I can’t explain what was going on and hoped to tell momma’s friend when she comes visiting as she hasn’t shown up in awhile.
They were so caring, they said I was their only child who fell into the pool, half dead before the doctors saved my life. Now I live with this people, dine with them in this big
castle and I’m named Isaac.
I followed them to church where the
handsome manΒ was often spoken of but I couldn’t tell which part of the world I was now but all I could say is I really needed someone to talk to.
I felt off but happy with them, I felt satisfied but incomplete without momma.
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Then one night I couldn’t sleep, the pains were severe and the doctors were not around, momma couldn’t help, the nurses were applying all they could but it was all useless.
I couldn’t tell why all this were happening to me but tears were rolling down my face and I kept wishing the handsome man would come and stop the pain or take me to the other world permanently but Momma’s tears and love dissuade me from such thoughts.
I loved my momma but the pain was unbearable, this went on and on till I slept off.
And when I woke up I was back to the other world and wished never to return to such pain but see my momma again.
Then I summoned courage to tell my new parents about my dilemma.
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So I began wall-writing all what was going through my mind in the room with tears flowing through my eyes, not because of the pain I had experienced but the miracle of a life I never imagined, been able to write, speak, live in a big house better than
the big cities I had seen from the other
world.
There i was writing every bit of
details then a light shone across the room, so bright yet lovely, I was scared but couldn’t shout because the same handsome man I had only heard of, seen in pictures was standing right across the room.
So many questions I wanted to ask, imagine you were in my shoes yet no words came out of me, this young boy just met a Big God.
All he said was, “I Love you son and I’m here
to answer all your questions, as your momma’s friend desire and prayer every night and day was that you get to see me, even
now that she’s with me, I’m here to grant that request and let you know, you’re not alone”.
I was overjoyed, weak and in tears as his
gentle voice pierced my soul, hearing him speak to me made him more handsome to me and I didn’t want this moment to end.
I never cared about anything at all. My
questions evaporated, my thoughts disappeared, I just wanted Him to stay
forever, now I see why momma’s friend
kept talking about him on and on and here I was, enjoying that moment and all I could gather momentum to say was, “thank you“.
Then he smiled at me and said, “I promise to stay with you till you come up thither, even if you don’t see me, trust that I’m with you and call me anytime and you’d hear from me”.
And he was gone but that peaceΒ remained.
Then I woke up and found myself beside my mother, I was overjoyed to tell her all on my mind and that’s where the miracle began.
I spoke!
The End
