His Mercy, My Breath!!

I sat down doing nothing, so many things roaming in my mind, I thought of writing something about how politics in my country is being running but my father's spirit in heaven pinched me and reminded me of what killed Dele Giwa, a professional journalist who was killed with a letter bomb.

Suddenly I found myself thinking of what I've passed through and what I’m going through. I know some of you would want to know what I mean by that statement but talking about that will make this story longer than it should.

But I will tell U that my past life has been a thing that would never leave my memory cos if not for "HIS MERCY" I wouldn't have been privileged to testify to His wonders.

If I can’t remember everything that has happened to me I could recollect clearly when I was a year old, a crawling time of a child when a hot "BONGO TEA" as Mom described, bathed me from head to toe, while mom was in the bath room.

More so, I was about to complete my first degree in school when a serious sickness paid me a visit. Naturally I’m not an 'SS' patient I mean am not a type that sick often "Thank God for that", but this particular sickness I’m elaborating on nearly stole my breath.

So many things that have happened that I can’t remember but for the reasons I stated above I've come to realized that if not for 'HIS MERCY' I would have been forgotten.

I don’t know what I've done that makes Him love me this much and made Him claimed back my breath from the wicked sickness.

Here I am today doing pretty fine and living like a king!

So, for these reasons I promised to live my life here to please U, LORD.

THANK U GOD FOR YOUR MERCY!!


2ndeY