My back ached badly as my tummy thumped in pain.
I fell to the ground, holding my tummy in anguish
Yet he called me mummy!
Was I really going to die?
Was this a post-delivery trauma?
The guy smiled
I was shocked!
Like, a person could still smile at another’s calamity and pain?
At this moment?…oh No!
The most annoying part was that the guy hadn’t even looked at me since over an hour that I had been staring at him.
“You aren’t gonna die” he said in a distinctive way and I looked at him intently
“What!” I exclaimed
Could he read minds?
How did he probably get what was on my mind precisely?
He smiled again as if he knew exactly what was on my mind.
“Do you read minds? Like, you are an astrologer or astronomer or something?” I was forced to ask and he not only smiled, he burst out laughing
“Oh mummy…!” he exclaimed and I was amazed
He wasn’t looking into my face
Or was it a dream?
Was this person just an angel conversing with me in a dream?
I had to pinch my cheek in a bid to reassure myself before I was convinced that it was real.
“Who are you?” I asked loudly, my heart racing fiercely.
He didn’t answer
He fumbled with his hands and I became charged to talk the more.
Who is this man?
“Why are you not looking at me? Why are you talking to me with your face down?
Why?” I asked, almost angrily
This man had made me to stress myself beyond the limit.
My bleeding had stopped!
I checked myself up and started jumping hysterically.
He grinned loudly and clapped his hands.
But he wasn’t looking at me.
I stopped jumping and looked at him
He was absurd
“Look at me for once mister man!” I shouted at him and he shrugged
“Why? Why do you want me to look into your face? Why?” he asked on
Was his face shaking?
“Isn’t it weird that one would be talking to someone and he doesn’t care to maintain eye contact? Isn’t it?” I asked and checked if he would change his mind and look at me but he didn’t.
“It is even wrong that someone obviously younger than me would not obey a simple request of ‘look at me!’ is it a big deal?”
“No it’s not” he said, he sniffed wetly
Was he crying?
“When I look at you, what would I see?” he asked and I was amazed
Was that supposed to be a question?
“You would see me! Isn’t that supposed to be something?” I was almost screaming
I was going crazy
“No. I would see darkness">darkness…stark darkness I mean” he blurted out and I was taken aback
The darkness howling over me was that visible?
Oh my God!
“Not that you are darkness yourself” he said and I sighed
“When I bend over a piano, I see light…only light. Not even the black and white keys…I see light! That is why I prefer to be bent and glare at the light.”
What a weirdo!
Or did he have an undisclosed spiritual illness?
“But when you look up, you see darkness?” I asked and he nodded
“Stark darkness!” he emphasized
“Why?” I inquired the more
He looked up at me and I looked intently at his face
“You look really good. You are handsome” I exclaimed and he smiled handsomely
“Thank you mum” he said as he blinked over and over again
So, what’s the problem?
“But I can’t see.” He announced loudly and I frowned a bit
I didn’t understand at all…
“I am blind!” he said slowly as tears ran down his face
He smiled and bent over the piano and started playing “I know who holds tomorrow” rhythmically
My heart leaped and almost jumped out of its cage
He is blind?
Many things about tomorrow
I don’t seem to understand
But I know who holds tomorrow
And I know he holds my hands
He sang sonorously as his tears fell to the ground
My heart got swollen within me and I almost wished I had some powers to calm his fears
“What’s your name?” I asked and he stopped playing the keyboard
“I am Jabez Maradene” he said and my eyes widened
Isn’t that Mara?
Those two names, I had never heard anyone being called by them ever!
“Why?” I asked and I realized that I might have asked a very ridiculous question
He smiled ruefully
“I was born in affluence as the only child of my parents.” He explained on and I nodded
He looked really affluent.
Fresh hair style
Fresh spoken English
“My dad was the only child of his parents. Both parents of his were also only children” he said and I was speechless
That was the name I gave to such!
“Same thing with my mum.” He said and it really killed it all.
“Wow!” I spat out
He gave me a ‘You have not heard anything look’
“I had achieved a lot of feat all my days on earth. At 8, I won the America’s got talent show and it was a really great wonderment” he said
“I was called Daniel Williams then” he said.
So what made him change his name?
Daniel and Williams are very great combinations of names
“I am a Pilot. I studied Aeronautics in the university and it’s been great until last year” he breathed heavily as tears rolled down his face
I felt like holding him in a very warm embrace but how could I hold someone else’s husband close to my chest?
I felt weird about the slightest thought of that.
But what could have happened over the year?
What could have made him to go blind suddenly?
“But you must understand the braille well?” I asked and he shook his head
“How?” he burst out crying, holding firm the keyboard stand
“I became blind last year…late last year!” he added and I shook my head in grief
He explained how his wealthy father was assassinated and as they mourned his death, his mother was killed in chemical air pollution in their home a week later. His mother had died protecting him.
Tears ran down his face uncontrollably
“She bent over me, covering my nose with a wet cloth so I could still breathe while she inhaled the murderous substance” he said in a shaky voice
Did he know Jesus then?
“Yes we were saved. We all trusted and believed Jesus but we must have been careless that we didn’t notice that there had been an intrusion of a devil incarnate. It would be the handiwork of a close acquaintance who seeks to inherit my father’s estate. I am sure of that” he said further
I wondered how he got the sight loss then
“I lost my sight…”
How comes this guy knows and answers every questions in my heart that I hadn’t even asked for?
“That was the gift God gave me immediately I realized that I was blind. The gift of revelation” he said again and I was amazed
“So as I was saying, before my mum covered my face with the wet cloth, I had inhaled some of the substance. So, in the process of covering my eyes with a wet cloth, I exhaled the chemicals and I choked, my eyes watered and I was there for like 45 minutes before my mother’s hands slipped off me and she gave up the ghost” he cried as he completed the story.
I had started crying too
What motherly love!
I couldn’t hold it again as his story sunk in my skull.
I went close to him and gave him a very large hug.
He held me tightly as if I shouldn’t go again and we wept together
Many questions ran through my mind.
We were just so the same.
We had lots of similarities
But who named him Mara?
How did he get back to Nigeria?
“I didn’t see her face. I didn’t see her face. Before she died” he lamented
“Awwwww” I uttered silently as my face hugged his, feeling his thumping, hot head against mine
“As I noticed that she had slumped, I removed the clothes to check her and then I felt it against my skin- her very cold and stiff body. As I groped in the darkness of my misfortune, someone covered my face with a towel and dragged me away while I screamed and fought for my life. I thought I was going to die but I woke up to find myself at the Nnamdi Azikwe International Airport, Abuja, still blind” he narrated on, still in my embrace.
Which is worse- mine or his?
“A man told me that he was going to Nasarawa and asked for my destination and I quickly said that where was I going to Nasarawa too. He gave me a lift to Nasarawa and I alighted. I found help to the nearest church and that was how I found myself here two days ago. I had been praying since then” he said and I heaved a loud sigh before we disengaged from the hug
But how did he possibly get that name?
“Jabez Maradene was the name on the passport with which I travelled back to Nigeria. It was a really planned job by whoever did it and ….” He covered his face.
“And you have come to accept the name? Is that it?” I asked again
“I have just come to accept reality. But God has consoled me though. He told me that someone who could relate with my problems would come to me and that from her, I would rise again.” He said and I paused
“And that person is me?” I asked
“Yes. He said I would became even greater than I have ever been” he said and I looked away in doubt
He must have heard God wrongly.
Even I need help
Exactly what is he saying now?
What is this?
My breasts became fuller, very heavy and I quickly held them in pain
My hands became wet.
I looked at my blouse and it was soaked
Don’t remind me of my pains oh Lord
“Madam Glory!” I heard a familiar voice call from outside
Then I had the ‘wien wien wien’ sound
“A baby?” I asked suddenly, pulling at Daniel’s hands
Daniel smiled as he looked at me as if he could see me
“Let’s go home with our baby mum” he said and I withdrew from him quickly
He knew about this too?
I looked towards the door and there was my doctor smiling graciously with her pastor behind her with a baby wrapped in a shawl in his arms.
My heart leapt for joy
I placed that aside as I faced the budding issue at hand.
But how do I house a fully grown man in my house?
How do we get food and all?
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