Deep in my slumber,I could hear my Dad desperately calling out to my elder brother for help.
The sound of his voice sounded Soo needy and weak,I could bet that it was real but then,I opened my eyes.
My Dad was truly calling for help.
Our house could be on fire and my elder brother would be sleeping like a dead man.

I quickly rushed to my parents room to see what was going on.
On reaching there,my heart broke to un mendable pieces.
I stood by the door rooted in uttermost shock and dismay.
I later summoned courage to call out to my siblings.

"Which kind sleep una dey sleep for this house sef.
Since that time daddy has been shouting and you guys are busy snoring to your slumbering comfort."

We rushed in to the room and man where we quiet.
At that point,we were helpless and hopeless people.
There was nothing we could do.
Our Dad then beckoned to our elder brother to help hold our mother down.

For the first time in my life,I witnessed what we call "fighting for one's life".
She was dieing right in front of our own eyes and we could not do anything about it.
She was unconscious, struggling to breathe her last breath,her eyes looked dead cause all we could see where the white part of the eyes.
The bed was soaked in her pee which was due to the last strength she was using to endure whatever pain she was feeling.

I started crying.
I couldn't hold it in anymore.
My mum was fighting so hard for her life right in front of me.
At that point,we all knew that she was going to die.
She had been struggling with her health and somehow,it kinda affected her phsycologically.
It wasn't long when she got discharged from the hospital.
It all started yesterday at church when she fell to the ground during service.
She said that she was under attack by unknown forces.
She was rushed home where we held prayers for the rest of the day.
People who came to pray with us ended up crying and shaking their heads in pity for us.
People who saw her alive after coming from the hospital called her a survivor.

I watched my dad hold his dieing wife with so much pain in his heart.
He had changed her wrapper countless times over night because she was hit by stroke.
I really wanted to say something comforting but nothing came.

My Dad then asked each of us to pray one after the other for our mum not to die.
For God to please take this pain away from her.

In my heart I prayed this prayer.
"Father lord and my God, here I am in my helplessness and imperfections.
I know that I and my mum have not been the best of friends.
I know that we quarrel a lot, fight a lot and disagree about almost everything.
Dear father in heaven, this woman has been part of the beautiful aspects of my life.
She is truly a help to my dad and a big blessing to us.
Please lord,I know that this excuses are not necessary but please let her Live to reap the fruits of her labor.
Please let my mum not die,if she does,I don't know how life is going to be for all of us.
God please have mercy and forgive us.
Please don't look at our sins.

I didn't know what to say anymore.
I felt like my prayers won't work at all.
I just kept quiet and continued to cry.
We all prayed asvwe waited for a miracle to happen.

Hours later,she heaved a heavy breath then layed still on the bed.
She wasn't breathing.
Her legs and hands were as cold as ice.

"She's gone".
God why.

We all stood there watching her lifeless body.
Our Dad wept so loud that we all joined in.
I have never ever seen my Dad cry until that night.

Seconds passed, minutes passed then suddenly,her legs began to worm up.
She opened her eyes to see us standing round about her.
She looked at us one by one then asked the question,"what happened".

Isn't God wonderful?
That day,I believed with all my heart that indeed God is a miracle working God.

We were not perfect or better in any way.
I don't know why God answered our prayers but he did.

We saw her die.
Yes we saw her take in her last breath.
We saw her going cold and stiff.

Our mother was back to life and that was all that mattered.