THIS STIGMA: CHAPTER 1 – THE END

THIS STIGMA: CHAPTER 1 – THE END

WRITTEN BY MOMOH GIFT

THIS STIGMA

CHAPTER ELEVEN

Few days later, mum and I were discharged from the hospital. I wasn’t the same Rita anymore.

Everything about me changed automatically. Even when I intentionally wants to be sad at least for a while, I just can’t.

This my new found father is really the best and I just can’t trade Him for anything.

The beautiful nurse has been a blessing to me in my spiritual growth.

I now have a lot of friends in the hospital since that powerful encounter we all had in the hospital.

All the sick people that were in that ward were healed and most of them with their loved ones were grateful to God on my behalf.

The doctors and nurses were not left out. In fact everyone just want to see how God is using this little and disabled girl so they are always eager to see me and talk to me and most especially to hear my story about Jesus and HELL.

Whenever I remember how people were trooping to hell in great numbers, I just can’t help but enter the street preaching the gospel.

Thanks to the hospital who donated and gave me a beautiful wheel to ride on and made my movement very easy.

Now I love myself deeply especially when I remember how much He truly loves me.

I no longer see myself as a disabled person but as someone wonderfully and fearfully made.

Due to the way I look physically, people were attracted to listen to whatever I have to say to them even when they are very busy.

They were all amazed at how mightily the Lord is using me to change lives.

Many mothers in my neighborhood always send their children to come and stay with me in the house whenever am at home because they know that their children would receive great teaching from the word of God and have a change of life.

Then I began to wonder, are these not the same set of people who hated me and never allow their children to associate with me because they believed that I was possessed?

Oh! It pays to serve God. See how He has changed me completely.

THIS STIGMA: CHAPTER 1 – THE END

One evening as I was lying down on my bed, I saw a little sheet of paper close to my pillow. I took it and looked at it and behold it was the address and phone number of my lovely friend , Favour.

I was very happy because for a while since all this occurrences, I forgot totally about them.

Thank God I found this paper again. I also need to discuss everything that happened that day with my mummy so that we can pay them a visit as quickly as possible.

I ran to mummy’s room and told her about Favour and her parents.

Mummy was happy and immediately, she collected the paper from me and called the phone number written on it.

The phone rang twice and then someone picked the call.

It was a female voice and I thought it was Favour but the person at the other end was just asking and almost shouting to know who the caller was.

I quickly said, “a family friend”. My name is Rita and I want to speak to Favour.

The person replied me immediately, “the owner of this phone was involved in a fatal accident last week Wednesday with his wife and daughter and they are presently in coma since the past few days.

We are trying our best for them but their chances of survival is very small as we don’t think they may likely survive it”. Immediately, she ended the call.

What! I can’t believe this. That was the same Wednesday they came to visit me. Does it mean they had that accident on their way back home?

Why are everyone I love are being involved in an accident always? Oh my Lord don’t allow this lovely family to die like this. I began to weep profusely.

Favour has been the only one who showed me love when I was down and depressed. She is my sister and I don’t want to loose her and her parents.

Mummy tried her best to console me but I wasn’t ready to listen to her at all.

Almost immediately, some words dropped in my spirit. ” why don’t you arise and pray for them instead of crying?

You know that crying won’t solve anything”. I stood up and told my mum to please accompany me to the hospital.

Mum told me we didn’t ask for the hospital’s address before the nurse ended the call, so I pleaded with her to please call again.

Thank God the nurse picked up and we were able to get the address and in few minutes, we were already on our way.

As we got to the hospital, we asked for the ward of Favour and her parents and we given.

It was very easy locating the ward number because the three of them were in the same ward.

When we entered the ward, I couldn’t believe what I saw. They were…

To be continued…

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THIS STIGMA: CHAPTER 1 – THE END

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