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Episode 66

John demanded some copies of my story WE ARE ABLE
and my poems too. He would help me market it in the
prison yard for inmates and warders. I wept bitterly while
leaving him, but I couldn’t help him.
My aunty became an evangelist, hosting crusades all over
the nation and beyond. There was going to be a great
miracle crusade. Yes! I believe in miracle too. She didn’t
need to tell me after all I had gone through in life. As
usual, she assured me that I would see miracle.

Moses and I took Biodun along. We both needed miracle—
his eyes, my auditory and speech. la!de was also
wheeled to the venue by James her foster father. The
crusade ground was hot—a two-day miracle crusade. In
the end I was expecting to hear and speak, but still I
couldn’t. Anyway, God’s grace is sufficient for me, I
thought, because that was exactly what God told Paul
when he didn’t take away his affliction.
Biodun signaled to me to ask if indeed miracle was real. I
replied him a ‘yes’.
“But where is it?”
“All around us,” I said. “I knew how Biodun would be
feeling right now.

“Can you hear and speak now? I’m still blind just as I was,
why?”

“God understands,” I said.
“I doubt if there is anything called miracle,” Biodun said.
“There is, Biodun.”
“A proof, Rose,” Biodun asked.
“Em
you see
Biodun,” I was short of ‘speech’, not
because I didn’t know what to say, but because a living
miracle was limping towards us. Her wheelchair was no
more in sight, perhaps it was the one raised to the air by
some people over there. It was la!de!
la!de limped towards us and held us tight. I didn’t need to
say a word to Biodun because la!de was doing it herself.

She had never walked all her lives, but miraculously, she
just did.
“Praise God!” they screamed together and I signed
“Hallelujah!”
Biodun’s eyesight wasn’t restored on the crusade ground
but something more than eyesight located him on the
same spot we were. A young lady came around and began
to say some things I didn’t hear. She was weeping like a
baby. The lady told her story of how she lost her
childhood elder brother recently. She had this to say:
“I have grown to know just one person—my elder brother.

We became orphans just around the age of six and ten
respectively. He lost his eyesight to a disease we had no
money to treat because there was no parent for us. I
picked up the challenge of leading him around, from one
place to another, begging money to fend for ourselves. We
grew up together that way. I was so used to Richard that I
never thought of leaving him, but unfortunately, he died
two years back. I wept my eyes out—how would I survive
without having him beside me? Who else would I lead the
way? Other blind people I have seen are not looking like
Richard in appearance, so definitely they will not fill up
the vacuum in my life. But when I see you, it seems like I
am seeing Richard. You look like a twin brother to him.
Please can you at least give me the chance to be your
private nurse?”

“But Rose here is my private nurse,” Biodun responded.
“Just
please, let me be your nurse,” she pleaded. Her
name was Dorcas. She had her way eventually and in a
matter of months, they had proposed to each other. Soon
they became husband and wife.


“WE ARE ABLE!” I signed to a set of special deaf and dumb
people in my former public secondary school.
“YES WE ARE!” they signed back.

THE END


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