Okay! Religion has taught us(its prospects)
that we should believe in its preternatural, we should accept the things beyond
our mortal efforts.But how deep do we get acquainted with this miracle?Africans
are so labelled religious,yet,we are still the bearers of what the whites term as ‘terrorism’, ‘corruption’ ‘vandalization’‘backwardness’
and so on.
In a Muslim oriented state, somewhere
perceived closer to paradise, I was waiting beside the gate of Access bank and
I just saw this man walking towards me,dressed convincingly as a Sheikh-Oh
yeah, he actually introduced himself as Sheikh something! I don’t like being
too friendly with strangers especially one as this.He said he wanted to go into
the bank but a voice (only he heard) asked him to deliver a ‘message’.’Do you
have a little time auntie’? he asked and
I said yes.Why, I don’t know! He continued and asked if I have scary dreams(
sometimes I do,so I said yes), he asked if I wear black clothes(I don’t but I
said yes anyway),he asked again if I usually misplace money(then, I knew this
guy is crazy,who doesn’t misplace money ordinarily?).My mien this time had
changed,I guess he could read my expression because all of a sudden he blurted
that he doesn’t need any money from me and that he had been ordered(by that voice) to tell me
something.I only stared at him intently.’They told me to tell you that you
should buy tied salt in three places,kolanut of three lobes in three places and
aadun(I don’t know the English name,sorry!).He then asked me to give these
things to an old woman beggar and wait because she’s got something to say about
my future that I must relay to him(na so
the guy gimmehin number oooo).Afterwards,
he entered into the bank but glanced at me to know if I believed him or not.I
really thought all was bull shit but when I got home,I found myself buying all
those he had asked me to buy.I swear I trekked from my house in search of an
old woman beggar.I eventually met one brown,disfigured and almost fallen out set
–of –teeth old woman beggar at a junction that I wouldn’t have ordinarily
trekked to on a good day.I gave her these stuffs but the woman rejected,I felt
a cold chill on me,goose bumps had started forming on me,which kaingbege be
dis?, I told myself!! I tried to persuade the woman but soon enough she started
mumbling curses in a language I didn’t hear.My brain told me to leave and I
did.
I felt awkward when I got back home having
thrown those things at a dumpsite.Then I laughed hard at my stupidity. I started
talking to myself,asking if I truly believed if the revelations were real? How
absurd I wasconcerned about the mysterious tale behind my future and much more
if I believe any ‘miracle’can actually come that way.Then I asked again,why do
we call it miracle if it doesn’t come mysteriously?Till now I haven’t deduced
the answers but the next time I saw the so called Sheikh in a café,he walked
out in a rush as if scared I might shoot him.And there, I said “that’s it,he
recognized me”. How can a miracle vessel recognize its victim?Do real miracles
come this way,on the road,from a stranger? I know it has happened but does it
still happen even when we are conscious of our security?
This happens in our lives where some of us
don’t believe or still have doubts that God answers or has answered our prayers
because the pastor has not said ‘God told me that’ to us.Even some of us don’t
feel fulfilled after Sunday service because the pastor has not touched us and
say somethingHoly Spirit told him to tell us.Not to discredit our faith in our
Men of God but to let us know that not everything that has to do with our lives
must be relayed to us by so called men of God.
