Still Painful To Tell. LOH#274.

Sometimes when we hear the word anecdote, we just think that it has to be something funny or something lighthearted, but the truth is that some of the moments that stay with us the most are the sad ones, tthis is a sad anecdote from something I witnessed recently, writing this actually feels unreal, because for a moment I had thought we were going to be rejoicing in the month of January, but sadly it was not as we had expected

See, It pains me because somehow, deep down within me, I somehow sensed it, and i felt uneasy about the whole situation, but then I didn’t say anything, after all, who am I to talk about spiritual matters? Who am I to question faith or what someone believes God can do? so I kept quiet, and now, here we are.

This might not be my personal story, but in a way, it touched me so deeply, it affected me more than I thought it would, and that iss why I am sharing it for this ladies of hive prompt.

Around December, my mom invited an acquaintance of hers to a child’s birthday celebration, It wasn’t even a birthday in the real sense, more like a small party for the child, nothing too serious.

My mom invited this woman because she is a prophetess and also has her own prayer house, the idea was simple to have a spiritual leader pray for the child and the family, Which, honestly, was not a bad idea at all.

From that day, this prophetess gained a few members for her prayer meetings, some people there exchanged contacts with her as I was told, some started attending her prayer house, and life just went on like that.

One of those people was a pregnant woman who lived around the area, she was heavily pregnant and was supposed to be due by January, the month that just passed, this last one, where celebrations would have surplus.

This woman already had one child, and that child was born through CS, so automatically, this second pregnancy was also meant to be through CS.

The doctors had already told her this and She knew it

Her husband knew.

Everyone around her knew.

But when she started attending this woman’s prayer meetings, things changed, she then stopped listening to her doctor.

I heard the doctor had even called her to come and book her CS session, but she didn’t go, each time, it was one excuse or the other, the main reason being that she believed God would come through.

And yes, we believe in God.

I believe in God.

Most of us do.

But then, some things demand common sense, some things require you to help yourself while trusting God at the same time.

Faith and wisdom are supposed to work hand in hand, her due date passed.

One week.

Two weeks.

Still nothing.

People started getting worried.

But nobody really said anything, maybe because they didn’t want to offend her, maybe because they didn’t want to look like they were against her faith, mayybe because they felt it wasn’t their place.

So everyone kept quiet.

Until one day, her neighbours noticed she was in serious pain and distress, that was when they rushed her to the hospital.

And that was when everything went downhill, the same CS she had been avoiding was still performed, but this time, it was too late.

The doctor brought out a dead baby.

According to what we heard, the baby had already been dead for about three days before she even got to the hospital.

Three days.....

Just typing that still makes my heart heavy, Instead of joy, there were tears.

Instead of congratulations, there was mourning, Instead of carrying a baby, people were consoling a broken woman.

Now she has very high blood pressure.

She also has a hospital bill of about 500 thousand naira that is still unpaid.

On top of everything, she has been told she has to wait for about three years before she can conceive again.

Three years of living with the memory of what could have been.

Three years of carrying that pain.

I really wish she had gone to the hospital when she had been called.

I really wish someone had spoken up.

I really wish I had spoken up too.

But I didn’t.

And that’s the thing about life… sometimes the things we don’t say end up being heavier than the things we say.

It’s currently a very sad story in the whole compound.

See, Even though it is not my story, it affected a lot of us, because she was close to my mom’s friend, because we watched everything unfold because we all secretly hoped for a different ending.

This story reminded me that faith is powerful, yes.

But wisdom is also necessary.

And sometimes, love means speaking up even when it is so uncomfortable.

Because silence, in some situations, can be really deadly.

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