NDIANA ABASI: THROUGH THE VALLEY OF THE SHADOW OF DEATH

I personally used to just mouth this prayer in a hurry so that I could go and eat. My mother would have dropped a very appetising bowl of afang with ‘usung udia’ that is pounded yam for you people that are not Akwa Ibom. Then my father would say, “let us pray.” He would now pray for like 30 minutes and I will be looking at the Afang and be thieving snail, periwinkle and all sorts. After the long prayer, my papa will now say oya the Lord’s prayer and I will quickly mouth it and move on and grab the fufu before my big headed brother Ernest rushed the thing. Then I met my brother Ndiana who has actually gone through the valley of the shadow of death and came out. Sometime ago, he had Covid-19 and was rushed to one hospital. Those ones started treating malaria and the thing attacked his kidneys and destroyed it. His journey through the valley of the shadow of death began. It took him from Lagos, to Port Harcourt to Accra, to South Africa back to Accra before ending in India where finally with God, Aiteo, Indians and his wife, he was finally saved. His beautiful wife gave him his kidneys and his boss at Aiteo covered the whole cost running in excess of $60,000 and today my brother Ndiana is hale and hearty. He called on video immediately he came out of the surgery and screamed, “Edgar, ayin eka I am alive. Help me thank my wife o. Thank my wife oooo,” he screamed. “Thank my boss, thank these Indians ooo, and most importantly, thank God oooo.” I screamed. “Ndiannnaaaaaaa, Abasiiiiiii oooooo Abasi ooooooo.” I cried and cried. My mumu driver was just looking at me as I shed bitter tears of joy. God saved this one. Jehovah stood for this one. Now working with him, we will resuscitate the Kidney Trust Fund in an attempt to work with God to save millions more. Kai.