A woman who has experienced frequent infant mortality hardly allows her baby child to sleep.
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No one prays for bad luck. But then, it’s a “perfect” stalker and sometimes crashes a happy story.
For my friend Umunna and his wife, Ify, their cross may have been a childless marriage before the windows of Heaven opened and they were finally blessed with a beautiful boy. Three weeks after his birth, they invited me and a couple of friends to his naming ceremony. They’d named him Goodwill.
A year later, Goodwill was struck by a series of illnesses including malaria. As a woman who had earlier experienced stillbirth, Ify was restless, hopeless. There were nights she would ring me, crying over the phone that her little one was on the verge of slipping away from her. I would hurry over and spend the night with them, praying for his survival.
Today, as I listen to Goodwill talk happily about his friends in Primary One, I can only smile with gratitude in my heart for answered prayers.
In life, it’s always good to be passionate about the things we love and care about. With a healthy dose of hope and prayer, we will always surmount the pain and set back.