March, oh march!. There’s something about the month of March I need to intimate you with. I usually have terrible pain episodes this month. This kind of pain is so great I usually land in hospital. Then there’s that thing about March, in that God has always used it to change the priorities, focus and direction of my life.
Let me explain.
In 2007, after a series of personal conflict (aka identity crisis) surrounding self examination of what I want in life and what the Lord was leading me to do I decided in the month of March to choose Unilag as my university of first choice on the jamb form. My parents as expected were terrified. My friends and family rebuffed and rebuked the whole idea. But I was made up. The rest is history, but of all the decisions I have made in life, deciding to choose Unilag was one of the best.
March 7, 2015 is another case. One hell of a day. The day I finally made it to the A&E of ‘The UCH’. Have been hearing a lot of gist about the emergency ‘capabilities’ of ‘The UCH’, but nothing beats this personal experience. That’s one of the days I sincerely prayed to just die (and go and rest).
My brother, do not at anytime pray to have pain. Real pain is not good even for your enemies. And like I do tell my doctors, pain is better imagined, you don’t wanna experience it. My pain on this day was so great nothing worked. The doctor-on-call who worked all sorts of ‘magic’ on me looked terrifically at me and gave up after exhausting on all other ideas.
To cut the long story short, I landed in my usual WEST 3 ward. As if I just came back from the land of the dead I felt lost and drained of any form of energy. I woke up feeling irritable. Then I noticed him, my ward mate. Looking a little energized and sympathetic about this young fellow beside him. Nothing gives away that he’s sick except his mild paleness. I regained my self-awareness mojo, and I started relating with him
Now to the point of my story, the reason I am writing this blog post.
I felt the Lord leading me to preach the gospel of Christ to this my ward mate. I strongly felt I needed to show him the way of salvation. But I myself was weak, tired and afraid (because he talks and behaves like a hardliner and he’s also a Muslim). Hours rolled into days and as the days rolled by, I felt a strong sense to preach to him, to at least say something. The minute I get out of the hospital bed to go sit at his bedside and preach, one after the other, visitors troop in to come see him.
Right even in the midst of my pain-episodes, the day I finally summoned up the courage to do the needful, I realized he was on a blood transfusion. After the transfusion, he had a serious ‘shake-up’ that scared those of us around him. I should have taken that as a sign. But no I didn’t.
I kept telling myself I still had time to preach. Before I knew it, I was discharged and yet never said anything. So I resolved with a feeble attempt to dash back to the hospital a day after just to clear my conscience. I never did. Not until after a week. I went back to check him and the state I met him was far from pleasant. I tried telling him about Jesus Christ, but he was half conscious, half asleep. A very terrible sign, if you know UCH well.
I received a call from him thereafter and it encouraged me to go ahead and complete what I had started i.e to preach to him. You could then imagine my shock and utmost annoyance a day after when I paid him a visit and he was no more.
I screamed there and then in the ward. The nurses had nothing concrete to console me with. Even as I am writing this, I keep having this condemnation that I didn’t preach to this my ward mate. So whenever the month of March comes around, it is a silent reminder of my frailty and fault of the events of 2years ago. The month of March has thought me to do as I am lead. To be proactive to the things I desire in my heart to do, as there’s no time anywhere.
The month of March has been a tough lesson of pain, condemnation and survival. I have asked for God’s forgiveness concerning my negligence and have vowed not to make this repeat itself. I am writing this to encourage someone who might find themselves in my shoe someday soon. Please if you are lead to preach, you just go ahead and do so quickly. You never know if that will be the last you will see him/her.
….To be continued.
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