No one gets out of life alive;
Enjoy it while you still have it
No one gets out of life alive;
Enjoy it while you still have it
If my eyes could speak
They would tell the tale
Of the the unshed tears
I sealed in
Just to be strong
I should have known
We do not share love
We share something deeper
Deeper than love, passion
We share a bond not of everyday
A bond that will outlive us
A bond beyond time and age
It’s always there between us
Drawing us closer
We share it
We never can have it
As I gaze at the sky
On this bright moon night
I think of a home of bright light
Beyond the starry sky
Where darkness has no place
Where sadness cannot reside
My soul craves its warm embrace
The home of bliss for the blessed
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“A Gift in the Dark” is the tale of the lives and love of some teens in high school in Nigeria, who are from well-to-do-homes. They are sent to boarding school for their education and purportedly for their protection.
Rita is the female star student of Diamond International High school. She crawled out of her shell and books to join the elite students group in her school. She becomes their leader through her charm and generosity and would do anything to make it permanent.
She is an obedient and well behaved girl. But when she learns the truth about her friends, especially her teachers, her principles and beliefs falter. Her teachers are not what they appear to be or what they should be.
She realises that no one really cares if you are good or not as long as you are not caught in the bad act. In her desire to be liked and accepted by all she forgets her upbringing. She finally allows her friend to completely lure her into their world. Her decision leaves her in a dangerous path. And in order to protect her love from his father’s wrath and not to implicate him further she keeps her secret to herself and destroys herself in the process.
Richard is the dark, brooding son of one of the most powerful lawyer in the country. He is the male star student of his school, intelligent and easy going. He loves his family and adores his mother. He constantly wishes that she would really be a mother to him and protects him from his father.
He respects his father and gives him all that he expects from him, while he provides all their needs. But he wants more than his wealth and name. Now, he is ready to be more than ordinary brilliant in order to get his attention. He wants to give him something that would dazzle him.
Rita and Richard sneak out of school with their friends one night to attend a party. But Rita’s one night adventure is cut short when she meets a stranger who gives her a gift she couldn’t reject or tell anyone about until it’s too late for her, and her loved ones. A stranger whose face she can’t recollect. Her life and her parent’s marriage is about to be shattered because of her secret. She has to do one more thing to keep the pieces of her life from falling apart.
Will she be able to fix her mistake and her parent’s marriage?
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Have you battled with dream and reality
when both are one and the same?
Have you had to grasp
what you thought was a fragment
only it was just a dream?
Have you struggled to accept
the savages left
by the storm of life
while drowning in the thoughts
of the used-to-be
the peripheral visions
of what ifs, could-bes and if evers?
If you haven’t,
You are yet to live
If you have,
As long as there is one more sunrise
And one sunset left for you
Nothing is impossible
Have you survived
A night without a day?
Or a day without its night?
Have you just imagined
sunsets disappear into sunrises
and all you do is imagine
the warmth of the sun
on your skin
and the soothing caress of the breeze
on your face
not knowing when its day or night?
Have you endured
the same view everyday?
Where the air smells the same
every minute of the day
and the light remains constant
day or night?
And all you do is
hope for a glimpse
of the blueness of the sky?
Have you ever wanted something so bad?
You did all you could to get it
But when you finally got it
You didn’t really want it
Or you had no idea what to do with it?
I have prayed for so many things. I have cried for a lot of things as well but not for my leg to grow back. That sound like a scene from a sci-fi movie.
I had imagined it though. I imagined what it would be like. Then I think, I wouldn’t really want it. All I had been through would be like a dream, like they never happened. But I prayed that my pelvis would join like the dry bones in Ezekiel.
I did pray for the strength, courage and the will to live this life. You need a lot of those as an amputee.
I asked to be able to bear the pain, to be stronger than it, and to smile through it.
I asked to never be hungry or lack anything good. That the Lord would bless me with all I need to sustain my new life. That I would never have any reason to cry again.
I asked Him to take care of my family, my love ones, that I wouldn’t have any reason to run because of them, as He knows that I can’t run. That whenever they need me but I can’t be there, He stands in my place.
I told Him, since He has taken my leg, He would have to be my legs and go all the places I wouldn’t be able to go. He would walk it for me and with me.
Sometimes, when I wonder how I’m able to bear it. I remember I had asked Him to give me the grace to.
A man once asked me after staring at me for a very uncomfortable several minutes.
“How do you endure it? I really can’t imagine, how you cope, with your daily activities, work, everything?”
I said, “You find new ways of doing old things. It seems uncomfortable or strange at first, and then it becomes you.”
“But what about the ones you can’t do, what about in the future?”
“I take it one day at a time. I leave the next day and the next step to Him. He handles them. He takes care of me today and prepares me for tomorrow. Whatever tomorrow brings, He is there to guide and walk me through it.
What would an amputee pray about?
What would be their major prayer request?
A new leg?
That the limb or limbs would miraculously grow back? I don’t know what it was supposed to be. But I do know I have never asked for it before. Not ever.
My niece was reading the story of the Shunamite woman of 2Kings Chapter 4 to me few days ago. It was the story of the woman who took pity on Elisha the prophet and made a chamber for him in their house, so he could rest whenever he comes around. Elisha in turn asked what could be done for her for her generosity. So he prophesied to her that by the following season she would embrace a son.
And it was so.
Then the child died.
The woman took him to the prophet’s chamber and laid him on his bed. And then she went in search of the man of God. When she found him, she took hold of his feet and asked why he would give her a child and then take him away. The prophet sent his servant Gehazi to lay his staff on the child’s face, but the Shunamite woman refused. She would not leave unless the man of God came with her.
He did. He went in to the child, prayed to the Lord and did his prophet thing. The child sneezed seven times and opened his eyes.
Before that, there is the story of the poor widow and his two sons whom the man of God saved from her creditors. And after it, there is the account of dearth in Gil-gal and how the man of God made the poisonous pottage safe for the sons of the prophets. He also fed hundred men with twenty loaves of barley.
“There are no more miracles”, my niece said simply at the end of the chapter. They don’t exist anymore like in the Bible. I opened my eyes, looked at her and closed them again, hoping she would close the Bible and let it rest.
“They don’t happen anymore, even when you believe they would”
I sighed, I could feel my hope dissipating in the heat.
“I prayed for you”. I pray for you every day but it never happened”.
I opened my eyes again and stared at the ceiling. I watched as my hope that she would let go of the dearth and death of miracle ascended into it.
I didn’t have to ask what the prayer was. I knew it. And then I wondered why I never asked for it myself.
Maybe my faith is not strong enough. Maybe I don’t believe it is possible. Or I was just contented with walking unaided with my legs in my dreams.
I don’t know that too. But one thing is sure; I have to give the young lady an answer.
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