(Part 2/2) Because I had gone blind, my mum and I went to the teaching hospital where I met with their best ophthalmologist. He conducted some tests and told us that my sight was gone. He said I had wounds and cuts in/on my cornea and if I wanted to have a tiny chance of seeing again, he would have to carry out a surgery, but that it was an 80-20 percent chance. 80 of never seeing again, 20 of seeing a little. He then scheduled a day for the surgery, but stopped us on our way out and gave us some eye drops to buy. He asked that I use it for 3 days. He reluctantly said it was our last resort and he wasn’t sure it would work because the damage was too much. I cried all the way home. 

I can remember asking my mum who would marry a blind woman. We bought the medication and I started using it. Even though I had lost the will to pray, I held on to some scriptures in the Bible (Jeremiah 8:22 and 1 Peter 2:24). I would cry and talk to God. I spoke to Him like He was in my room. My parents would come in and lay their hands on me and pray their hearts out. By the second day of using the eye drops, I could see movements and images. I was happy but still wanted my sight back. By the third day, I could see almost perfectly with one of my eyes. 

We went back to the hospital and the doctor examined me again. He was shocked. He asked if I did something else, and I responded, “I called on He who gave me eyes, and asked for my sight back.” He had tears in his eyes and said, “Indeed He has given you your sight back.” By the 4th day, I could see with both eyes and the sores around the eyes were clearing. By 31st December, God had restored my sight.