TITLE: Life; A gift from God
By Millicent Pat-Nwaoyo
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“Good Evening, Please can you spare some change” She asked. I looked at her and something got my attention. She was so young and pretty, yet she looked so hungry and unkempt and my God! She was pregnant. She looked about Sixteen “Are you married” I asked. She looked down and began to draw circles with her bare feet on the wet soil. Shyly, she answered “No”. So, who did this to you? Again she wouldn’t speak, She concentrated on drawing the circles. I noticed she felt like running away that instant. I took her hands in mine and told her to trust me.
The tears that flowed from her eyes broke my heart as she began to tell the story of her life. She was about thirteen years old, when her parents died in a communal conflict in her village. The Itserkiris and the Urhobos had been fighting over the ownership of the Warri land. Each of the warring villages had enough stories from their forefathers to tell about the ownership of the land in dispute. They set people, houses and cars ablaze. Rukky’s parents were victims of this godless war.
Her uncle Efe, came from the big city, Lagos, to rescue her. Rukky was overwhelmed with joy. Her uncle was her knight in shinning armour. He did rescue her from death in the hands of the villagers but brought her to the city to offer her the death of her innocence, her pride and self esteem. As soon as they got to the big city, he took her to a lady named Dorcas who introduced Rukky into the world of prostitution and drugs. She had no choice other than to give in to this sinful act as this was her only means of livelihood at the time. The lecherous men came in their numbers, mostly insatiable and drunk. Dorcas and Uncle Efe collected all the money and left just enough for Rukky to feed.
One morning, she felt really ill, she felt nauseous and weak. This became a daily routine, it didn’t take long for everyone to notice that Rukky was pregnant. Dorcas was so angry “Stupid girl” she lashed out at her “You can’t even take care of yourself” Soon, the number of men that patronized her began to dwindle and Dorcas threw Rukky out on the streets where I found her begging in rags.
I felt a tug in my heart to help this young girl. As hard as I tried not to cry I found myself doing just that. I found enough words to say “Jesus died that you may have life in abundance, today you are welcome into his kingdom. Forget about your past, you are now a new creature. Life is a gift to you from God” I shared the word of God with her and we prayed together. I knew just the right place for this young lady. My church had a ministry for people like her who needed Jesus in their lives, a place to live, clothes and food. This ministry also helps these people to find jobs after they have been well grounded in the word of God.
Now, as I listen to Rukky’s sonorous voice, in church, ministering in songs to the congregation, I say Thank you Jesus for life.
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