...But he had prayed just last night before he rested his bony frame on his bed to catch some sleep. He remembers very well the lines of this prayer, for it was just a night ago and what he prayed for was not this.. Rather, he had prayed for the God he believed in to strengthen the foundation of his household, a wooden structure roofed with very thick dried palm and plantain leaves..He had dreams tho. Right above his bed, old mattress with a sinking middle, was an image of a two bedroom house somewhere in the middle of the city. it was positioned in such a way that it was the last thing he saw before he slept and the first thing that got registered in his visuality when he woke up..This was his prayer, for this house of his to be kept for him in safety..So when he returned from his days work where he had worked hours in the sun, he was surprised to see his house on fire..Luckily, his wife and two children hadnt returned from the market yet and Boy, were they shocked when they came to see the sad happening... But God why?, he wondered as the tears flowed freely on his cheeks..his wife sat quietly at one corner, lost for words........... Days later when he had mastered enough courage to go through the debris and start rebuilding the house, his pickaxe struck something unusual. He paused, called the wife and both decided to check what that could be..an old earthen pot comfortably displayed its superiority to earths inability to wreck it..it matched the description of a magical pot his grandmother had once told him about in a story as having some content that could change the dreams of whoever found it under his foundation.. what did it contain? four pieces of Gold nuggets and some cowries.. moral lesson- your so called terrible situation could be the genesis of your greatness..Peace!
Posted on: Thu, 27 Mar 2014 03:03:54 +0000