Pinky's CORNER

I was at my shop on Friday morning when a friend passed by in a keke with his heavily pregnant wife. I was even joking with him, telling him that his wife should not be stressing herself, not knowing it was her due date. She got to the hospital and two hours later, I received a call that she had given birth to a bouncing baby boy. The joy was something else.

I went there to visit and then returned to my shop. The wife was discharged and got back home around 7 pm that same day. 

What a wonderful God. 

On Sunday, I went there again with another friend of mine who also knew him. We got there, played, cracked jokes and everyone was laughing. 

That Sunday, I did not attend church service. I later sent him a WhatsApp message asking for his account details, and I sent what I could afford to his  account. After that, he went inside to bring the blessed baby and handed him to the other guy. I was willing to carry the baby, but experience with people has taught me a lot, so I only played with him while he was still in the other guy’s arms. A few minutes later, we left his house and I went back home to rest.

Sadly, on Monday morning, the first call I received was from the same friend who went with me on Sunday. He told me that the baby had died. I was shocked. 

What happened, how did it happen, I kept asking. He said the mother explained that the baby had not been sucking well since Friday and the father was aware, but they thought he would pick up later. It was not until the middle of the night that they realised he had passed.

It is so painful, even though he is not their first child, because this could have been prevented. I see no reason why they rushed home from the hospital, and even if they insisted on going home, the baby should have been taken back to the hospital on Sunday afternoon when they noticed he was not sucking. But they ignorantly believed all was well.
I pray that no one will lose his or her child in Jesus’ name because the pain is deep.
Ire oooooooo.