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Monday, 15 May 2017

Irrespective of your course of study or method of testing, you will
be tested on this book.
The book is to be given to candidates after paying for the 2017
UTME registration.
However, for most candidates who would prefer a soft copy of the
book. Here is a summary of the book based on a review by IDOKO
OJABO.
“In Dependence” by Sarah Ladipo
Manyika for UTME Candidates
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SUMMARY OF THE BOOK “IN DEPENDENCE”
Tayo Ajayi, a Nigerian, and Vanessa Richardson, an English lady,
had their affair boiling when it began, however as circumstances
have been meant to intervene, the connection went sore and it
appeared nothing may ever carry them collectively.
The book (In dependence) has characters that behaved in like-
patterns, like within the case of Tayo’s pal, Yusuf, who had dated
tons of white English women.
He (Yusuf) ended up marrying a Nigerian Lady as predicted (Yusuf
knew what he needed and appeared to get it).
Tayo additionally ended up the identical method in as a lot as his
affair with Vanessa Richardson had been gleaming, though he had
been out of the error of getting a younger lady (Miriam) pregnant.
And speaking of sample, the novel’s (In dependence) starting had
opened up introducing Tayo’s affair with Christine, a Nigerian Igbo
woman. One would suppose that Manyika needed to finish Tayo’s
relationship with Christine for the sake of bringing in Vanessa into
Tayo’s life, however nonetheless, Tayo needed to find yourself
marrying Miriam. And nonetheless the wedding failed, giving in to
the acquainted sample.
Miriam in Manyika’s novel (In dependence) represented the
breeds of the Nigerians that may all the time run away to reside
overseas because of the collapsing picture of their dwelling
nation.
Miriam went away together with her daughter leaving Tayo
behind. In as a lot as she persuaded Tayo, he wouldn’t go. She
didn’t like an inconveniencing life. She needed the perfect life for
her daughter.
Tayo, on the opposite facet represented the crude breeds of
Nigerians that felt dwelling was dwelling despite the fact that the
nation was boiling in corruption. In as a lot because the failure of
the nation stared firmly at his face with daggers, he selected to
remain.
In direction of the late pages of the novel he needed to depart the
nation underneath threatening circumstances towards his life
from the ruling navy regime.
The complete novel is informed from the great days of Nigeria’s
independence down into the nineties. I applaud Manyika’s ink,
right here. In as a lot because the setting of this novel floated by
way of England, Senegal, USA, and France, she was ready to make
use of her third eye to attract out Nigeria’s journey into the more
serious lanes of corruption, and hopelessness.
Religion is one other situation that Manyika (In dependence)
handled. It didn’t matter to her if one was a Muslim or Christian.
Studying by way of this novel, one couldn’t inform if Tayo got here
from a Muslim or Christian household however we did know he
embraced extra of the Christian religion. She didn’t level out the
difficulties of inter-religious marriages within the novel (In
dependence), however centred extra on the difficulties of
interracial marriage.
Throughout Tayo’s life as an element time lecturer in Sans
Francisco, the creator used a scene to unbolt some deeper points
of racism.
She identified the racist ties between the African American and the
pure African. These points she raised apply in all places even
inside Nigerians.
A Yoruba would check with an Igbo as a grasping cash monger
and doubtful monster, and in flip the Igbo would check with the
Yoruba as a unclean, loquacious and silly character who spend all
he earns on events and alcohol. It needed to be understood that
racism was one these existences that may reside for a very long
time so far as misunderstanding between folks existed.
I captured traces which are coated with humour on this novel,
however might be referred to as racial remarks. Younger black
Yusuf got here clear in his dialog with Tayo. He mentioned white
ladies have been for intercourse treats whereas black ladies have
been for respectable relationships that would result in marriage.
He added white lady regarded so previous when she turned thirty.
The worst racist on this e-book (In dependence) is Vanessa’s
father who was a one time colonial grasp in Nigeria earlier than
1960.
He was towards Tayo marrying his daughter, and had refused to
just accept Vanessa’s adopted half-cast son. He appeared extra
racial towards half-casts earlier within the novel (In dependence)
confronting Tayo about his fears for a half-cast grandchild. It was
later understood that his hatred for the blacks was consequently
of an affair his spouse had with a black man through the colonial
period.
Manyika, whose image reveals she is probably half-cast, was
capable of make a degree right here. She drew a distinction
between being black and being a half-cast (brown). This could
have been fairly a storm for her to jot down about as a result of of
the racial wind towards the brown folks residing in whitely
dominated areas. In distinction to a pure black nation, half-casts
are seen lovely which Manyika didn’t level out. In reality within the
black continent, the standard black man could really feel inferior
to a half-cast.
Manyika was additionally capable of painting the polemic assault
Nigerians obtain from all over the world nowadays. She didn’t
carry this to print however the picture was represented, and I
needed to determine it out. I can say it clouds across the ache felt
every time an IELTS or TOEFL examination is required earlier than
a Nigerian may research overseas.
This doesn’t exclude a
masters’ diploma. Does the world suppose Nigerians converse
Latin or Greek or some sort of language referred to as ‘Nigerian’?
‘I said I haven’t heard you converse Nigerian,’ Joyce says.
Joyce is one of Manyika’s English characters. And I like the way
in which Yusuf replies this. ‘Nobody speaks Nigerian, you daft
thing,’.
A coincidence on this novel which I refuse to just accept was the
scene during which Vanessa had simply come throughout one of
her finest music, Hugh Maskela, a music that reminded her of
Nelson Mandela and on the same day, not even up to two hours if
I could rightly predict, her white husband is presenting her with
‘Long Walk to Freedom’, Nelson Mandela’s biography.
What a coincidence! I additionally don’t embrace the truth that
Manyika noticed hope for Nigeria by way of the eyes of Tayo
solely when Abacha died. There are nonetheless Abacha loyalists
in Nigeria as we speak who will discover this offending. She ought
to have saved the road in a riddle.
Vanessa did meet with Tayo on the finish of the novel,
nevertheless it was laborious to foretell if in any respect a love
relationship was ignited between them. Vanessa was nonetheless
married, however Tayo wasn’t. Manyika maintained a non-
adulterous plight between the 2 right here. The happy-ending-
formula which most romance writers adapt was by some means
blurring within the novel.

Sunday, 7 May 2017

I WAS AWAKEN BY MY FATHER AT AROUND 7PM,
I IMMEDIATELY RUSHED AND DRESSED FOR
SCHOOL. IT WAS A MONDAY MORNING AND
ALSO A DAY WE THE ENTIRE SS3 STUDENT TO
BE ELECTED BY THE JUNIOR STUDENT 0N
VARIOUS POSTS RANGING FROM THE SENIOR
PREFECT TO THE LEAST POST.
I WORE MY SCHOOL UNIFORM, COMB MY HAIR,
LOOK AT MYSELF AT THE MIRROR AND SAW THE
HANDSOME GUY IN ME STANDING IN FRONT OF
THE MIRROR HANGING ON THE ME AND MY
SENIOR BROTHER WAS SHARING. I SMILED AT
MY IMAGE, RUSH TO THE DINING TABLE TOOK
MY BREAK FAST AND WAS GOOD TO GO.
LET ME INTRODUCE MYSELF AM CALLED
MAXWELL CHINEDU, BORN IN IMO STATE IN THE
FAMILY OF FIVE CHILDREN AND I HAPPEN TO BE
THE SECOND IN THE MIDST OF FIVE CHILDREN
MY PARENTS BEGOT!!
WHEN I ARRIVED AT MY SCHOOL
(COMPREHENSIVE SECONDARY SCHOOL) WITH
OKADA AROUND 7:45AM OUR DAILY MORNING
DEVOTION WAS GOING ON AND SOME OF MY
CLASS MATE S MOUNTS THEMSELVES ON THE
GATE WITH FEW TEACHERS READY TO PUNISH
LATE COMERS IMMEDIATELY IS 8AM PROMPT.
I ENTERED THE SCHOOL PREMISES GAVE MY
CLASS MATES HANDSHAKE, GREET THE
TEACHERS, WENT INSIDE MY CLASS AND
DROPPED MY SCHOOL BAGAND CAME OUT TO
JOIN THE DEVOTION! WHEN IT WAS TIME TO
FOR THE PREFECTSHIP ELECTION EVERYBODY
WAS CALLED TOGETHER EVEN THOSE AT THE
GATE. FOR SENIOR PREFECT THEY NOMINATED
SIX STUDENTS, THREE GIRLS AND THREE BOYS
WHICH I WAS AMONG! THE SCHOOL VOTED AND
I WON, CHIDERA WAS ELECTED TO MY DEPUTY
SENIOR PREFECT, D.S.P. AS WE CALL IT THEN!
SAME PROCESS GOES TO OTHER POSTS. I WAS
SO HAPPY THROUGH OUT THAT DAY BECAUSE
THAT WAS THE POST I HAD EVER WANTED GOD
SO KIND IT CAME TO ME.

To Be Continued…

Saturday, 6 May 2017



Written By Egbebu Emmanuel
Onyedikachi…

Muddy roads and slushing puddles filled with equally muddy feet. A humdrum of noises ranging from the clanking of metal as butchers sharpened blades, to the groans of grinding machines as they oozed out red tomato juices.
Deftly, she wedged through a gap small enough to suffocate a child. On her head, a bale of wares that weighed almost half her own body, balanced on her head shawl which hid the already greying, coupled with her own 200 pound body, she moved among the mashed throng of people towards the voice that bawled,”Cele, Ijesha, Mile 2!! Cele, Ijesha, Mile 2!!!”.
“Kuro m bi !”, she cursed without violent intent ( she was one of those women who’d sadden at the thorough spanking of a child) but necessity called for ferocity. She twisted, bent and ducked through densely packed bodies at Oshodi market, though short of limbs but quick of pace with powerful strides, her heavy breasts swinging in her work- stained blouse in the busy but still awakening dawn. At 5:30 am, few people were this agile.
With such complexity of movement and focused competitive mind, her thoughts still strayed into the future pondering over what her children will eat for dinner with the prices of cassava flour high and tomato a rare ‘ruby’. Silently she muttered a prayer to her God – who seems to listen sometimes. She makes this journey everyday, wishing she didn’t have to, wishing some sort if miracle would break this routine. But she would still do it the next day, the next day, and the next.
And the day after that
She was one of those early traders whose commercial “headquarters” was located at Asuani market. The bus conductor, on seeing her rushes foward and with such dexterity he hauls the bundle into tha back of a “beautiful” yellow bus.
The Danfo Its front was sloping downwards and its trunk was tilted upwards like a charging bull. Like some entranced worshiper bowing to his deity. The metallic god of huff and puff. On its body were stickers of some long white-bearded man and leaping tigers and some Arabic words, coupled with pictures of a popular Fuji star.
But before the heaving, sweating body could rest on the wooden seats of the movable metal hunk, a pilfering over fares occurs.
“Asuani se 60 naira o! Hold your change”, warned the conductor.
“Ko se 50 naira mo?”, countered the woman.
“Mama, owo epo ti wón”.
Not budging, she makes to step out of the bus.
“Wo! Mi ole lo mo”, she threatens.
“Oya ewole”, the conductor finally succumbs.
“Aba je o”, she mused to herself in silent triumph.
Funny, she wasn’t the only woman who has to go through this. She was just a blind pick in this raffle of events. A pawn in the game of corruption, mal-administration and mal- apropism. A victim. She may not even know the reasons for this increased hardship. She probably doesn’t even know the name of the Minister of Agriculture. Why? Because her main priority is survival. It had been her main priority for the past ten years. Not to live. Not to be comfortable. But to survive. To inch away from the barrier between poverty and starvation. Her struggle for nere survival has surpassed all her other wants. She has to survive first. Then “live”. Before sitting down to watch tv and start asking questions and wondering over the reasons for the depreciating economy of a hopefully “unblighted” country. But right now,she has to get to Asuani market first. Though it brings no cause for humour, funny enough, this woman and her likes are one of the pillars balancing the economy. This, is the life of a Typical Lagos Woman.
Iya Eko…….

Wednesday, 15 June 2016

I, Sarah Adams take you, Lawson Kuti as my lawful wedded husband, to love and to cherish, in sickness and in health, till death do us part” she smiled at him through her veil.

“You may now kiss your bride Mr. Lawson” The Pastor beckoned.

Lawson’s heart raced as he gently unveiled his bride’s face. She looked so beautiful. He gently bent over and placed a soft kiss on her lips. Sarah in turn embraced him tightly with tears of joy streaming down her face.

“Never leave me Sarah” He whispered in her ear.

“I will never leave you” she whispered and they slowly released themselves from the embrace.

“I present to you the latest couple!” The Pastor exclaimed excitedly

The church cheered and Sarah cried more in her husband’s arms

5 years Later

Sarah silently tip toed behind her husband. He was in his study, engrossed in reading. She smiled to herself and gently covered his eyes with both hands.

“It’s just you and I in this house Sara, plus, I smelled you the moment you walked in” He dropped

Sara released her hold, sighed and sat on the study table, “Why do you figure me out so easily? I can’t even surprise you! That sucks” she curled her arms around his neck

“You are my wife, nothing you do is supposed to surprise me” He playfully pecked her nose.

“But you’ve been in the study all day and I’m bored!” She rolled her eyes

“So what kind of fun do you suggest we have then?” He swooped her off the table in his arms

“No! no that kind of fun!” She hit him playfully till he put her down

“Ok”, He folded his arms on his chest, looking into her eyes, “So what do you want us to do?”

“Not us. Actually, all I want is to play with your play station and you’ve hidden it again! Just give it to me and you can continue your reading, pleaaaseee” She blinked her eyes playfully

“No way”, He went back toward his study chair and sat, “Not my play station”

“Why! You never let me touch it…like its your baby” She sulked

“Well”, he rolled his eyes, “Not like you’ve given me a baby yet”

Sara paused for a moment. Did he just say that to her? The words struck her deep down

“You shouldn’t have said that Lawson…” She managed to say, her countenance changing.

“But it’s true…I’m only saying the truth Sara” He turned to face her, still sitting on the chair.

“The truth? You think I don’t want us to have kids?”

“Don’t get me wrong, I’m not saying that…” He stood to face her now.

“Then what are you saying Lawson? Tell me, what is the truth?”

“Let’s not do this today…please. You can have the play station and play all you want. It’s in my footwear locker and the key is in my Bible”

“You always do this…hurting me with your words” Her voice began to shake

“Don’t start Sara please”

“Tell me why you said those words to me! I want to know!”

“Because I’m tired! I want to be a father! I want to have my own kids Sara…”

” and you think I don’t?!” Sara flared, trying not to let the tears pour

“Then why can’t you get pregnant Sara? This is the fifth year we are trying.” He clenched his teeth and walked out of the study room.

Sara was in shock. She sat on the chair for some seconds, stood up again and sat on the chair again…this time she held on to her blouse and burst into tears.

2weeks after

“Lawson, wake up please” Sara tapped him

Lawson gently opened his eyes and looked at the alarm clock by his bedside, “It’s 2:00am Sara…”

“It’s urgent”

“I’m listening” He said drowsily

“Mother says we should come for tests. She says she’s spoken to her doctor and he said we should come.”

“What?” Lawson opened his eyes now, “Your mother is in the UK for Christ’s sakes”

“Let’s just do it. We can go for the weekend, lets just give it a shot, please.”

“No. That would be rather expensive and…”

“It’s my birthday today and the only thing I want from you is this trip”

Lawson fell quiet now. For the past two years now, his wife’s birthday skips his mind…totally.

“I’m…I’m sorry Sara…It skipped my mind…”

“It always does” She lay down back on the bed, backing him.

Lawson wrapped his arms around her waist, “I said I’m sorry…”

No response.

Lawson sighed, “Fine, we go this weekend”

“Really?” She turned sharply, excited

“If it will make you happy today”

“Thank you baby” She hugged him.

A week after

Sara jerked at the vibration of the phone in her pocket.

“Hi mom!” she pressed the phone to her ear with her shoulders, wiping the washed dishes with her hands.

“Honey…”

“What is it mom?” she pressed it harder

“The result…the result of the tests…” her mother cried

Sarah gently dropped the plate and the wiper, hear racing…”Just say it mom…”

That night

“I can never have children Lawson…” Sara cried

Lawson felt his world crash right in front of him, “W…what?”

“Mama called today…she’s gotten the tests results”

“Jesus Christ” Lawson stood, placing his palm on his head, “b…but you told me you were ok before we got married, you told me the doctor said your abortion didn’t damage your womb”

“Don’t bring my past into this!” Sara flared

Lawson laughed and got serious almost immediately, “You are crazy. I married a crazy woman!”

Sara looked at him in shock, like he’d lost his mind.

“The results say you can never have children and we both know that this has to do with the abortion you had before we met!”, he flared, “are you happy?…you know we’re screwed right? No kids? what re we going to tell the world?”

“Lawson we can adopt…” Sara cried

“Adopt? Wow!”, he laughed again, “I married a funny woman too!” He got serious again, “Its still not our baby! The damn baby is not my flesh and blood! You are full of deceit Sara” He looked into her eyes. Sara could see him fighting his tears.

“Lawson stop…you are hurting me…” Sara fell on her knees crying

“You want to know what I’m thinking?” Lawson looked at her with disgust, “I’m thinking how on earth I’m going to stand seeing your deceitful face for the rest of my life”

“Sara cried harder, “Dont give up Lawson…So far I have a womb…I can still carry our baby…”

“I am not giving up on having my baby, I’m giving up on you” Lawson turned around to leave

“Lawson!” She held his feet, “I’m hurting too…”

He only dragged his feet from her hold and drove out of the house. She wept.

A month Later

“Mother, he’s not even talking to me. All of a sudden we are both strangers…He doesn’t eat my food, comes home late…he hates me so much and it’s killing me. I’m confused…to think that it’s truly hurting…”

“For how long will you hide this truth from him. You’ve got to let him know…you can’t carry his…”

There was the sound of a car horn

“Mom I’ve got to go…he’s back”

“Baby, you’ve got to let him know. It can work when you two are one in mind”

“Bye mom” she ended the call.

Lawson came into the house, about to walk past her.

“Lawson” She held him

“I’m tired” He didn’t want to look at her face

“I know…can we talk for some minutes?” She tried to help him remove his suit

“Look what is it” He jerked from her

“Do you hate me this much? you can’t even look me in the eye? you can’t even stand my sight? Lawson…it’s me Sara…your best friend…” Her eyes grew moist

“I’m in no mood for this” He turned around to walk away

“Don’t you dare leave when I’m talking to you!” She dragged him by the suit. Just then, some papers fell to the floor. Sara quickly bent to pick them up…her hands shook and her body became numb all over.

“D…divorce papers? Lawson?” She searched his eyes

“Answer me goddammit!” She held him by the collar of his shirt, crying

“They are for you to sign. I want to be out” Lawson dropped

“Y…you what?” she slowly freed him from her hold

“It’s not going to work Sara, can’t you see?”

“Lawson I can’t believe you would think of a divorce and even go this far…why are you so wicked!” she cried, angry

“No! Why are you so wicked!” He retorted, flaring

“Think about me for once. I am a man for Christ’s sakes. My children are my pride! and you are about to deny me that for the rest of my life because of your stupid mistake!”

“What about me! have you stopped for once to think about what I’m going through”

“It’s your cross, carry it” Lawson fixed his angry eyes on his wife

“No, its now our cross and I am not signing those divorce papers! We vowed never to leave each other!”

“Isn’t it better Sara that you save yourself more hurt and sign these papers than to see another woman move into this house before your very eyes?” he said with a tone of sarcasm

Sara’s heart thumped, “What?”

“You heard me…another woman who can help raise a family, so save yourself the stress and sign the damn papers. I need it tomorrow”He turned around to leave again

“She still can’t carry your baby” Sara dropped

“Not all women had abortions. Not every woman was like you.” He scorned

“You are the one who can’t give me a child!” Sara let out, crying.

Lawson stopped now, turned around and walked towards her, “Whatever your plan is won’t work”

“I told you I could never have a child because its you who can’t make me pregnant”

“Shut up! shut up Sara! what the hell are you saying!” He shook her shoulders violently

“You are infertile Lawson…the doctor says you have primary infertility…” Sara burst into tears

Lawson gasped, loosing his balance.

“Mother called me to give me the news. I was shattered, I felt like my world was over but more importantly I thought of you. I thought of what the news could do to you, I thought of the best way to tell you… never for once did i think of leaving you. I bore your insults, your scorn, because of my past. It was so easy to judge me and think of yourself. I am the one who is hurting, I am the one who should bring some miserable divorce papers…but I thought of you…I thought of hope, faith and a miracle…I thought of my vow to you on that altar. In sickness and in health remember?”, she smiled through her tears, “all of a sudden you are as weak as a baby…looking in your eyes, I can see you sudenly have lost all your guards, You are so wicked”

“Sara…” Lawson fell on his knees, torn.

“No!” She quickly fell on her knees too, “No Lawson…” She couldn’t bear to see him cry

“I’m…I’m infertile”, he cried, “What is left of me?” he searched his wife’s eyes

“Lawson please…” she held his face, “I understand…it has been so hard for me…I have put myself in your shoes since the first day…”

“You don’t deserve this…you deserve better…I can’t believe I scorned you all along…please let me leave you”

“No” she shook her head, “You are my husband. I won’t leave you. I won’t let you leave me…I believe in miracles”

“I’m doomed…Sara I’m doomed…”He allowed his wife take him in her arms and on her shoulder he wept like a child.

In the Morning

Sara gently opened her eyes, looking beside her bed…it was empty. She quickly sat up on seeing a note gently placed on the bed. Hands shaking, she opened the letter to read.

Sara,

I cannot bear the shame. I have treated you so unfairly, yet you love me still, you are with me even in this condition of mine. To think that you knew all along and you never for once gave me a clue that it is my fault we are in this mess, makes me so unworthy of you. I love you enough to let you build another life with a man who can make you happier. I’m torn Sara and all I ask is your forgiveness. I have always loved you and if you truly love me then please start your life over again…without me…I am truly sorry for disappointing you.

Lawson.

Sara couldn’t control the tears. She couldn’t think straight anymore. She picked her cell phone, shaking…

“Hi Mr. Lawson’s office please”

“Hi Lola…” she cried, “have you seen my husband today?”

“No…no ma’am, we’ve been expecting him at work. He has a presentation is fifteen minutes”

“Oh God…God…” Sara dipped her hand in her full hair

“Everything ok ma’am?”

“Thank you” she ended the call.

She quickly got down from the bed and in her pyjamas she ran into her car. She dialed his number repeatedly as she drove…no answer.

At 2:00pm

She sped into Fred’s compound, a close friend to her husband.

“Fred!” she banged the door hastily till the door flung open

“My God Sara what’s wrong?” Fred held her

“It’s…it’s Lawson…have you seen him? is he here?”

“No…Haven’t heard from him in a week”

“Oh God” she held her hair

“What’s wrong?”

But she was already walking away into her car.

“Sara!” He called after her.

She zoomed away.

4:30pm

“Mom, Dad, I can’t find Lawson…I can’t find your son…” she cried as she paced in front of the two who looked lost

“You have to calm down and tell us what happened” Lawson’s mother put her arms around Sara.

Sara burst into tears, “Please Dad could you try his number, maybe he’d pick your call?”

“Have you been to his office?” He picked his cellphone and dialed his son’s number

“I have been everywhere I know him to be likely available”

“It’s ok…calm down please” Lawson’s mother pet her

“He’s not picking. What exactly went wrong between you two?” Lawson’s father searched Sara’a eyes

9:00pm

Sara was still in her pyjamas and on her way back home, exhausted and stuck in the traffic. She had told Lawson’s parents everything. The poor couple was so shattered and also begging her to begin a new life. Sara buried her head on the steering, crying; she hadn’t realized the green light.

“Hey get off the freaking road!” a driver cursed from behind her

“God please don’t let him harm himself…keep him safe and lead me to him…please God…” she quickly started the car and began to move.

Suddenly she remembered the church where they wedded and took their vows. It was two hours from here; she made a u-turn and headed for the church hoping to find some peace.

She tiredly got down from the car, drenched and exhausted. She trudged into the open entrance of the church. She paused for a moment; shocked…it was Lawson sitting at the front row of the empty church, facing the altar.

“Lawson!” She began to run towards him, happy, relieved that he was ok.

“Sara?” He quickly stood as she approached him, “Sara…”

They both ran into each other’s arms. He hugged her so tightly

“I looked for you everywhere….thi­­s was the last place I thought you’d ever be…I just came and I saw you…Lawson….I’m­­ so happy you are ok” she touched his face

“I didn’t know where else to go…It just feels like I cant face the world anymore…” he slowly released her from his embrace.

“Take my hand” Sara stretched out her hand, “C’mon, just take it”

Lawson gently clasped his hand into hers and she took him to the altar and stood to face him. She searched his eyes so deeply and hadn’t seen him so weak and helpless.

“Five years ago Lawson, we both stood on this altar. Remember our vows? Remember you whispered in my ear never to leave you. I told you I wouldn’t…that’s­­ why I’m here. I am your wife Lawson, I am meant to be with you forever, though the bad and good times. We’ve had good times, why would I leave you now? All I want from you is to believe that you can still give me a child despite what the result said…I want you to believe in a miracle”, she held his face, “remember when you told me I was a miracle in your life?…our children will be our miracles too. Trust God with me because I know it won’t be long…”

“Who are you Sara…” Lawson was weak with her words

“The one who vowed to be with you till the end” she smiled through her thin tears

“God I love you so much Sara” He hugged her again

“So will you come back home with me?” Sara searched his eyes

“I have no other place to call home” He placed a soft kiss on her lips.

2 years after

Lawson and Sara were on the sofa watching a late night movie. Sara was resting on his shoulders when she felt the movement

“Lawson Lawson, it moved again…don’t miss it this time touch touch” she gently placed his palm on the side of the stomach. Both felt the movement of their child

“I can feel him…I can feel him” Lawson placed his head on her belly

“I can feel him growing each day inside of me…”

“What do you think its saying now by this movement?”

“Thank you dada for believing in me” she laughed. They both laughed “The movement has stopped” he slowly removed his head from her stomach, “I think he’s sleeping”

Sara rested on his shoulders again, “In six months you’d be a father, “You finally got your miracle”

Lawson tilted his wife’s face to him, looking into her eyes, “Sara…you were the miracle I needed. Thank you for not leaving me.”

Sara tickled his nose with hers, “I love you too. Always will”, she smiled, “We missed a whole lot on our movie”
“Movie can wait, but this can’t” He gently planted a kiss on her belly.
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