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TOUGH TIMES





By Ola Vincent Omotade
(True-life story)

I am here to speak of God's faithfulness 
And I hope that in hearing this, you get blessed 

When it started, I couldn't tell where I was
How long I have or when I got there

All I knew was pain, I felt an enormous pain all over my body but for my feet.
I noticed my plastered face, a connected drip and several bandages.

A polite nurse noticed me and called out to a doctor.
At his arrival, the young doctor said to me

_"You're at the ABU ZARIA TEACHING HOSPITAL,_
_And its because you had an accident,_
_You've been unconscious for sometime,_
_Pls take care to rest"_

I tried to question him but couldn't find the right words to do so

Eventually I stopped trying to do so
But when I laid back, I was in tears

When he came back later that day, 
He explained how my accident was fatal,
The surgery I had to undergo
And the possibility of me being on that bed for years

When I heard him I was so troubled that I passed out.
Later on, I tried to pray but couldn't do so well
For weeks, I could neither speak properly nor eat.

I was down emotional, most times I was crying in my prayer.
Other times, I couldn't even pray as I sorrow

But where man's help could not avail
God's power came and prevailed

God said to me, 
God said _"The day you'll leave here is just as close as tomorrow._
_So my dear son, do not sorrow"_

I am so grateful to God because I am back 
I am back with a might that is just on track

But to the care of my home
And the warmth of my foam, my mattress

Health they say is wealth.
So now that I'm back to health, I know I'm in wealth.

I am back with a greater form of strength.
I am back with such energy that can be felt.

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