Most of the time when we lose something, we ask God to help us reverse it or bring it back to life. After becoming a prayer warrior almost immediately, and then it looks as if our prayers were not answered, some of us lose faith in God with the excuse that he doesn't love us because he didn't do what we wanted at the moment.
If I am ever to bring back anything that has gone into extinction, it would be my brother and my dog. Yes, I miss them every day; life still feels empty without them at some point.Every day I sit and look out of the window. I just imagine my dog running towards me, wagging his tail.
Happy was a good dog and a jolly good fellow; he's always everywhere and very alert. You can't come to my house and say that you want to pick anything on your own. Happy will never let you take that, except if one of us asks him nicely to let go.
He was always vigilant. I remember when a woman came to our house to see my Aunty, but Happy refused the woman from entering our house. We tried to chase him away, but he refused and was dragging the woman outside. Next thing, the woman left. As she was leaving, something fell out of her hand, and she tried to pick it up, but Happy refused her or any of us from taking it.
Till the woman left, and we picked it up and my aunty said that she will return it to her, but when my dad came back, he asked that my aunt should take that thing to the lab. That happy hardly resists people from entering our house, except he senses danger. Lol! Behold, that was poison.That is how my aunt avoided that woman, and her life was saved.
I can't tell what killed Happy because he died mysteriously. He was just barking and moving back, then fell. That was all. I'm still unsure of whatever killed him.
Then my beloved brother, who always tells me, 'I will get married the moment I finish building my house,' I told him, 'If you don't build it before fifty, what will happen?' He just looked at me and sighed, 'I will just marry then, but believe me, I will build my house before I turn forty.'
Yes, he did build his house, furnish it, told me that before December he was going to settle down. He was supportive, we do disagree once in a while but he was one brother that will always hype me about being beautiful. He would tell his friends, 'Have you seen my younger sister? That girl wasn't called a queen for no reason, she is a beauty.' It's still him trying to make me feel better by calling me beautiful. I shouldn't deceive myself at all.
Anytime I call him for help, he's there. He's always making peace in the family. While he was around, nobody dared to keep malice in the whole extended family. But since he's dead, it has been chaos and quarrel. Everybody wants to show themselves, as if his death took away that peace, togetherness, and everything good in the family. I would give everything to bring him back; he was my strength and my happiness. But may his soul rest in peace
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