THE LITTLE BRAVE BOY

It's already late in the evening, my mistake, 11 pm is stretching its arms to open d door for 12 am, my mom  has already logged into the dreamland on the cozy beautiful chair in our sitting room & I was busy playing an old kontra game I learned from my dad after I was through with my C.R.K homework given by my teacher and to be submitted the following morning.

To be sincere, I have completely fallen in love with this biblical verse that was read by mom during our family devotional meal yesterday morning, it reads; " I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me(Phil 4:13)", this time I have found a good reason to apply this verse to my game, which I did.

Wahoo, just like magic the verse worked perfectly well on the game, I wore the faith like armor and I began firing, setting the camp of my enemy ablaze, I couldn't believe it, I landed on level 7, I have always been reaching level 3.

At that time, the game had taken total control of my body and I was silently praying that my mum should not sign out from dreamland, even if she tried to sign out, her dreamland should run out of data, may the dreamland and the network be strongly connected for now,while I was in the romance of d game, all of a sudden, darkness bounced into the house and virtually raped everywhere , I was already on level 8, chai there is God oooo, silently said in my heart.

I stood up praying for an instant miracle, like a man who lost his wife, praying for a miracle that could bring her back to life, this time I was praying for the restoration of the light so that I can continue firing in my game.

Oh my God, a gunshot was suddenly thrown in the air, that was what I heard after the darkness successfully raped the house, I never knew the darkness was welcoming the arrival of an armed robber.

In an instant, my mom was disconnected from the realm of her dreamland at the sound of the gunshot.

Before we knew it, he broke in, with a pistol in his hand, the first thing that came to my mind was "my dad", painful to say, he is not at home this time, he has gone for the vigil, quietly answered by my heart.

I was there shaking while lying flatly on the floor, facing the back of the cozy foamy chair(somewhere hiding)

The first statement made by him, I have not come here to waste your life, woman, I came in peace, to take the money you have been saving for us, so go and get it, woman.

My mom was a warrior in a female skin, severally she has proved that at home and I guess she was trained by my dad, a retired soldier who later became a vibrant pastor.

She stood up, though she was shaking and I was peeping through the little tiny space of the chair,  she staggered inside and brought out her big purse largely filled with dollars.

Within a minute, there was a smile of the devil reflecting from the face of an armed robber who came looking so terrifying some minutes ago, imagine, I practically saw him smiling this minute, just like a kid who was promised to be bought an ice cream and the promise was fulfilled by his dad, I think money breaths happiness.

Oh my God, money is the drug to the souls of the broken angels. I as well remember the first time my aunt bought me a full pizza and ice cream, that day, I did wear a radiant sparkling smile.

Money can make a damsel calling a rich ugly looking guy a handsome bobo😛

I thought that was all until the armed robber began to run his eyes to the gorgeous body and inviting laps of my mom and he said Madam, you are so sexy ooo, this is what your husband is enjoying, ehn? I need to get down there too.

My mom was pushed down to the ground and at this point, all she was doing was shaking and wailing in tears and she was beginning to surrender her body under the management of the armed robber who broke in uninvited. 

Truly I was a little boy, 9 years old boy but was very brave, brave like David who faced and defeated Goliath in the Bible. In my own case, would I be bold enough to rise to the challenges or sit there watching my mom being devoured by the beast who came to steal, to kill and to destroy?

The verse came back to play in my head, just like my kontra game, I remember the verse word for word, "I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me".

I forget to tell you, my dad has taught me how to handle a toy gun perfectly, the one he bought for me when I was 6 years of age as part of my birthday gifts, I jealously kept the toy gun inside my toy box, it really looked like a real gun.

Omo baba soja, you can do this, that was a silent voice I heard deep down my mind, I silently crawled inside my room and took the toy gun from my toy box and silently crawled back.

Io and behold, I decided to count 1 to 3, of course, after confessing the biblical verse to my spirit, of course I know the decision could save my mom or shoot us into the realm of the dead but I had to do this, said to myself.

This time, the boldness came from nowhere and as I rose gallantly to my feet, pointed the gun towards the direction of the thief that came uninvited, though I was shaking inside but damn bold outside. My face did not look like that of a kid, it looked like David's look, the one he wore when he was combating with Goliath.

I was a small boy with a brave heart, still facing the man with my toy gun that looks like a real pistol; if you try to do that I will have no option than to send you to the realm of the dead, you can dare me.

Unbelievably, I was able to win the mission because he had relaxedly put his real pistol on the stool besides where my mom was.

With amazement, the thief left our house, empty-handed and never returned.

I quickly rushed straight into the arms of my mom and gave her a saving hug, with tears rushing down from her eyes down to her glowing cheeks, all she could say was, what a little brave boy you are! Indeed you are the true son of your father.

Son, what you did is risky and could have launched us to the realm of the dead and I answered her with a smile mixed with tears on my face that, life itself is a risk, mom. 

I am happy to take the risk that saved you, mom, I couldn't stand it.

Pray for "GRACE" to apply God's words in whatever situation you might find yourself.

If you are that little kid and you are faced with such a situation, would you be able to make that decision he made or watch your mom(loved ones) being violated in the body and soul?

I love you...