HTPIM: Clandestine

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Mother said to always make a prayer every night, and stick to it. She made me promise that when God answered that special prayer, and I am blessed with such bounties, I would never misuse the opportunity and would always use it for kindness. The problem with sticking to one prayer was that it was just one and direct, you don't get the chance to make modifications; at least that was what I was told. God was the all hearing, and he would answer as many prayers as possible, but one prayer was all it took to make it all work. It was the power of the word 'amen' that sealed the request.

            Mother shielded us from the demons of the society, she made us believe that there wasn’t such a thing as intense suffering and pain. She made us understand that in every situation, one would find the light and God was the light. So, growing up wasn't as tough as it seemed, because that one prayer was the hope that lightened my life; even though father always complained of the family finances, I was certain that my mystery prayer would come to solve all our problems.

           Then, the sad day in August came.

           Nobody reminded me that I was a child; a fifteen year old child who still needed to be groomed and be warned about the sudden ways of change. I was used to that life of always wanting to handle things for the greater good that I had totally forgotten that being an actual adult overrules everything. 

About Okunola O. Zainab