The questions I wish I could answer
Her soul was escaping, the next thing she could do was to jump up from her sickbed and said I am healed, baby…
Hearing that coming from her mouth spurred my heart into infectious laughter; she was more than what she could imagine, I would love to call her a goddess
I knew that was a miracle, I stood up counting a few steps away to the doctor's office, flashing my mind to the said prayers I muttered on the altar and I concluded God must have answered “my most precious prayer”
Before I dashed a knock to the doctor's door, I heard her kid sister screaming somebody help
For the very first time in my life, I broke protocols; there was an inscription boldly written on the doctor's door, the rule was staring at me, stating, “knock before you enter”
I intentionally failed to knock, I broke in and ranted with tears swimming on my face, using my face as its base “ Doctor, please help me, my future is dying”
We fled out like two notorious criminals escaping from the prison—it was like a prison break...
A stethoscope was used on her, the doctor shook her head and went out speechless...
I fell to the ground, with tears helping me to narrate the miserable life ahead of me, knowing fully well, she was all I got...
Tell me, how could a soul live on without oxygen? Sincerely, she was my oxygen
I felt a kind of emotional cut deep down my heart
Like a dagger called to pierce my heart
The world I live in became shapeless, tasteless, and heartless
The promises we made together was to live forever...
Together forever was the slogan we uttered together on the altar
The promises we made together became the questions I couldn't answer...
I have never felt so turned this way because I didn't know where to start again...
There are questions our hearts long for satisfactory answers but we couldn't...
There are answers many of us, would like to ask God one on one
Questions like; where would our hearts choose someone who doesn't give a damn about us?
Where would the wicked ones live on and the good ones die like a Xmas chicken?
Why would the days of the wicked be longer than the days of the righteous?
Why should mazuma(money) be made available for self-hearted persons?
Why would Seyi, the only surviving child of his parents, a quick-witted child, lost his life in a ghastly car accident?* *Tell me why he had to leave unending tears in the eyes of his aged parents?
What of Bayo, who was beaten to death for stealing a sachet of burger in the market place, all for the sake of his dying siblings?
It all left me with Why? Those questions left me with no satisfactory answers
I know the part of the scripture that says “weeping may endure for a night but joy cometh in the morning”
This standing promise is for the faithful servants who didn't bow their heads to the storm despite the uncontrollable volume of the storm...
I also remember the part of the scripture that says God takes the righteous ahead of the days of the evil
Despite all this, there are so many questions we wouldn't be able to answer and it's only God who can answer those questions our hearts long for
Our God is a mystery one—he is the alpha and the omega and he has all the answers
I didn't even get time to say goodbye😭😭😭🙇🙇🙇
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