- The Storried Platform
THE GREATEST TRAGEDY – By Jade
I laid down after breakfast, deep in thoughts, the events of the last twelve months playing in my head like a tragic movie, making my eyes water yet again, even as they already burned from much tears and I thought of how I would reach for the face towel on the nightstand beside me, when Soji, a distant relative under my care, knocked and told me the Minister had arrived and was seated waiting for me. After avoiding his visit for so long, I no longer had any excuse, I couldn’t lie that I was asleep, like I did the last time, it would be rude to repeat that, besides Soji was not there to relay the message and was probably busy with his chores.
“Good morning Sir.”
“Good morning Sister Joana, I’m glad I could see you this time.”
“Sir, would you like anything to drink?”
“No please, just have your sit.”
As I sat down he began with exhortations.
“The bible admonished us to comfort one another in times like these and that is why I am here, not to tell you of things you do not know, but to remind you of those you know and strengthen your faith. The loss of a child is no small thing, especially at such tender age. Please know that God is still there for you and has a reason for allowing this, which we mortals cannot see…”
As he spoke I recalled every pain I endured, from when my poor baby girl was diagnosed with AML (Acute Myeloid Leukemia) to when she breathed her last in the same hospital where she was born five years ago. The false hopes of recovery, the pain she endured in her tender frame, the bruises and paleness of her skin, her tears at night from not being able to sleep which broke my heart, and now, I am been told it was all for a reason.
“Sister Joana, are you with me? please say something.”
“Sir, I’ve heard all you said, I, I….”
The words would not come out and I began to cry uncontrollably. I did not notice my husband’s presence until he came to my side and held me, stroking my hair.
“She was just a child,” I cried, “Just a child, why did He let her suffer so much if He was still going to take her from me, I want my baby, I want my baby, please give her back to me.”
With much persuasion and soothing words from both men, I was able to stop crying.
The minister went on, “You have both experienced the greatest tragedy that any parent can endure, and it is your right to grief. Please be strong, I assure you that, day by day, it will hurt less and God will not fail you, just give Him time to manifest His plan.”
I laid down after breakfast, deep in thoughts, the events of the last twelve months playing in my head like a tragic movie, making my eyes water yet again, even as they already burned from much tears and I thought of how I