Two years ago I made friends with a beautiful jovial lady. One day I was in her shop and her son was around. The first time am seeing the boy. He looked so handsome and plumply. Running around and scattering everywhere. As I smiled and told him to sit quietly for the 10th time. The mom called him Chukwudindu! Out of curiosity I asked her, is there any special reason for this name. It’s common yet unique.
This is her story. She gave birth to her son and gave him another name. 5 months on the boy started swelling up. Defied all herbs and medicines for months. She was directed to UNTH Enugu where the boy was diagnosed with kidney problems. Last stage of the kidney problems. The doctors and specialists told her that even if she gets a donor the boy won’t make it. She stayed in the hospital and told them to keep giving him his drugs.
Of course it’s her money. They kept him. She said one day a nurse came and sat her down and talked to her. The nurse told her that she is still young and can have other kids. She should stop spending her money and suffering this boy and take him home to die peacefully. Remember he is still almost a baby. She an easily forget him. My friend refused. One day money finished. Food finished. She took the boy home.
My friend ran to a neighbour borrowed small money, went to market and bought beautiful baby clothes. She said at least let her son die beautifully. As she was coming back from the market. She met a friend who is a nurse. She showed the nurse her baby on her back and narrated her journey. The nurse now spoke to her.
She told her there is a doctor specialist you have not tried. If you visit him, he has the cure to everything. My friend asked her to direct her, she begged that she can beg her father in the village to sell a small plot of land so she can use and commence treatment. The woman told her that the doctor does not reside in hospitals. He is in every living altar. His name is master JESUS!
My friend with her baby at her back, went to a nearby Church. She sat at the back everywhere was quiet. It was not a service day. She took her dying son and placed on the Altar and started crying. She told God. I have heard of you but I have no relationship with you but today am in need. My son is dying. Doctors have given up, my husband has given up everyone has given up. You are my last resort. Heal my son. She cried as her boayed and swollen baby laid on the Altar. Suddenly she fell asleep on the Altar. She woke up and took her son home. Feed him and dressed him nicely.
The boy pooed heavily. Soaked his pampers and the fine clothe. He continued pooping till morning. The more he pooed and wee. His bloated body was going down. By morning he started looking normal. By the next week he started crawling around the house. By the next month UNTH certified his two kidneys free. Today he is about to clock ten years.
She changed his name to Chidindu meaning God is really Alive. God exists!
I was crying when she finished. I kept looking at this boy and marvelled. God is indeed alive. Go to any living altar today and reconcile with Him. Even inside your room. He lives. Chukwu di Ndu!