'I’m sorry I cannot grant you the Visa because I am not convinced as to why the Operation cannot be carried out in the parent country. From what I can see this ailment hasn’t interrupted/altered your life in any way and I think you should exhaust all options available in Nigeria first. I cannot guaranty that you will not be a nuisance in the United States’
That was April the 7th 2011, I left the embassy a bit deflated…I got to my hotel where my mum was waiting and narrated the whole thing to her…
‘it is well’ she replied ‘let’s thank God first then we will talk about what to do next’
The look on my face could freeze an Eskimo…I didn’t feel like thanking God, I felt God should have warned me not to proceed with the whole thing…as I got on my knees with her and said the required Amen when due, I couldn’t stop my mind as it roamed to various places
- $4,000 surgeons fee (excluding the hospital fee of $19,374 we were yet to pay)
- Visa Application fee
-Doctors reports i had to obtain by subjecting myself to various tests
- Humble pie I had to eat to get 3days off for the interview at the embassy in ABJ
- Flight fare to and fro
- Hotel fee of NGN50,000 for two nights
I didn’t feel like thanking God right now…He could have showed me a sign that would make me save my money…
My dad called and was like:
‘…Hope you are not feeling bad ooo’ he said ‘don’t mind these embassy people just be calm’
‘Daddy you know I’m always calm na…it’s not bothering me’ I lied
‘Okay…good good good…lemme speak to your mum’
I handed the phone over…he said something and she replied with:
‘No no no…she is fine you know she has very strong spirits’
And that’s the problem…why do they always feel my spirit is very strong. I come out strong don’t mean I don’t cry myself to sleep most nights…even if it’s tearless cries. I say I’m fine but then maybe I’m just a damn good liar…
I check my BB and see a face book msg alerting me that a friend was kicked out of a particular group we all belonged to. Normally it’s a time to send PMs and gossip and find trouble and question the Admins of the group…but I wasn’t up to it that day…I couldn’t find the grace. But then its FB we stand up for each other whether u are having a bad day or not…and that was what I did…put up a smile and enter into internet fight mode.
The next day before I checked out of the hotel my prayer was simple:
‘Dear Lord, I know I have to say thank you for everything, but I cannot find the grace to say thank you because I don’t feel thankful, and I know that is going against your word but I feel like devourers have eaten my money which shouldn’t happen because I pay my tithe…please give me the grace to get over this feeling'
That was Friday the 8th of April 2011
Today is Tuesday the 12th of April and I’m good again…
The young man who wrote the book of Psalm 23: 2: ‘He maketh me to lie down in green pastures: he leadeth me beside the still waters.’
Was the same man who wrote Psalm 22: 1 ‘’ My God, my God, why hast thou forsaken me? why art thou so far from helping me, and from the words of my roaring?
O my God, I cry in the day time, but thou hearest not; and in the night season, and am not silent’’
Moral Lesson: Being a child of God doesn’t mean the storm would not come…He didnt promise us that there would be no storms of life...or that we wouldn’t have 'feel bad' times. What he said is 'lo I am with you always'....so this makes me know, that no matter what may come my way, I will overcome, I will not sink...and somehow my lost money will come back to me ooooo....lol.
Hope everyone reading this is fine and keeping well?
Don’t forget to say Thank you Lord....even if you are not fine
I’ll keep you all posted.