I’ve just seen a feature of two people, both of them being
blind, but happen to be a couple so deeply in love with each other. Seventeen years
of marriage, and with no kids I must add hasn’t changed a thing between them. What
really attracted my attention though was not their blindness or their love life,
it was their devotion to God. Despite the fact that they couldn’t see a thing,
they didn’t blame anyone, they didn’t ask questions nor did they ever complain.
They thanked God for creating them blind for it led them to one another and
made them even stronger. They might have been blind, but they have seen the
love and sustenance of the lord and have lived to tell the tale. One couldn’t
help shedding tears as they watched them looking at each other unseeingly,
their hearts speaking volumes that their eyes couldn’t. That got me thinking. We
wake up each morning and realize that we can still see, we can talk, we can
walk and above all, we are alive. But has that ever stopped us from bickering? Has
it ever stopped us for blaming God for every little shortfalls and for creating
us with crooked teeth, a slight limp, dark skin and even making us lack in basic
needs? You curse God for letting you walk without shoes, what of those without
feet? To whom will they cry unto? It taught
me a very great lesson on gratefulness and self appreciation. You may not have
much but thank him for that little you have. You have only two pairs of shoes,
some have none. You didn’t have enough to eat, some had none. Be thankful for
every little you get every time you do. It was a lesson I wouldn’t ever get
anywhere else.
Chapter nine Let me tell you about something that happened to me during the past rainy season that still sends shivers down my spine up till today. It was during the short rain seasons where the water would form rivulets and roll down the lonely path to the shopping centre. It wasn’t really a big place, just a boring place with a shop they called ‘chamchi-tugul’ meaning love y’all in Kalenjin, a poshomill, a small barber shop where we always cried when our parents sent us to pay him a visit and a small house always under lock and key where we always peeped with a hope of discovering loads of money locked in, little did we know that it was the barber’s store room. The rainy season though never stopped us from playing our football games, shirtless of course. We played without our shirts, not because it was fun that way but just because some of us had only the one. We were two goals ahead, all credit to me for stopping the ball with my face twice though I almost went blind in one a...
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