Its saddening moments of my life – please pray for me! the only thing I need is my readers prayer, please pray for me my heart is heavy now. Sobs!
This is the time I need your prayer most, it’s also the time I need to receive back from my readers, if it’s just a prayer please do it for me, do it for me for a brother. Your prayers counts, just pray for me. I know people perception, trust and believe in prayers are divergence but regardless please pray for me for a brother, pray for me for a sister. Your prayers counts!
Obviously, have seen many people going to grave yards, hospitals, and visits orphanage houses to celebrate their birthday and to show children whom lives to see themselves in an orphanage house a joyous moment of life. Notwithstanding, They are the good ones among us.
I duely appreciate them, they are kindhearted person, I also call them God fearing humans. While others are celebrating their birthday at night club, barbeach, shawarma spot and other entertaining environment. They do otherwise, they consider humanity first-they know how expensive to be in grave yards, hospitals and unliberated environments could be.
Olamide Oladipupo’s a good example, last week Friday was his birthday. My thought was that we are going for a birthday-bash party to celebrate his day, incredibly we ends up at General hospital at “Abúlé Ẹ̀gbá ” area of Lagos State. Rhetorically, what are we doing here? is any of our friends sick? In short, I was in a status of conviction for moment, not until he called me to accident service unit of the hospital whereby I saw life(mori ayé).
I saw people in tribulations, I saw people in agony, praying to be alive some are soberly requesting for untimely death. They couldn’t withstand the test of time. All they want is eternal rest. There, money is not their problem but good health. From there, I knew the meaning of health is wealth, there, I knew the valued of a healthy life – corpses on hospitals patient’s trains were trailed beside me, I couldn’t holds my breath from the hospital odors, I was psychologically traumatized with empathy of the lifeless bodies trail to a unit in the hospital named morgue unit ; there, corpses of adults, teenagers, aged people were laid to rest.
Please pray for me, pray for me for the one alive but not healthy in the hospital, pray for the one in prison that their hope remains freedom. Pray for the one on sick bed wrestling with a disease, also pray for me for a brother suffering from unknown tribulations and unhealthy lifestyle to smile again and live a joyous life they deserved. Indeed, health is wealth!
C𝒐𝒍𝒖𝒎𝒏𝒊𝒔𝒕 𝑶𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒖𝒏𝒋𝒊 𝒘𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆𝒔 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝑶𝒇𝒇𝒂, 𝑲𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒂 𝑺𝒕𝒂𝒕𝒆
14/06/22
