(Part 2/2) My mum had an accident a few weeks after her marriage was dissolved. We were supposed to go for a fellowship together on that Sunday evening but I didn’t feel like going. I later got a call that evening that she was in the hospital and it was really bad. Her five fingers on her left hand were crushed, her knees were bent, and then the hand got infected. We had to be transferred to the National Orthopaedic Hospital, Igbobi. They tried to save her hands and succeeded. She had to go through a lot of physiotherapy (like learn to pick things, clap both hands). 

All this happened towards the end of my NYSC. We were going to the hospital (Igbobi) every day as an outpatient. Her business suffered, her ministry too, everything was grounded to a halt. But we had each other. It was really tough but the grace of God kept us. We kept taking things one day at a time. Our hospital visits reduced to 3 times a week and then to 2 times a week. This lasted for about 8 months and I was also looking for a job too to get my mind off worrying. The devil would then taunt me. He’d say stuff like you took care of your father when he was sick and he died of cancer, now you’re taking care of your mother. She’s going to die too. My mum had to take different drugs at least 5 to 6 times a day, so I was always in the kitchen cooking every 3 hours, because she couldn’t do anything. I would also bathe her too every day. It was the same routine daily. Sometimes she would have hallucinations, excruciating pain and would just shout. The devil just kept taunting me every day that I’m going to be an orphan and I’ll have no one to love me. I admit I went into some bouts of depression. My mum in her own state of pain would tell me to snap out of my depression. 

About a year later, she got better and the knee braces were removed. If you see her, you would not believe she had such injuries. I look back and thank God for bringing us through so many trying times.