Having
just finished lunch at about 2pm on that terrible Saturday afternoon, I went
upstairs to rest. Chris was already reading something, a newspaper, I think.
Then his phone rang and he repeated what he was hearing, 'Daddy pray, pray,
pray.' I looked at him and he looked puzzled and worried at the same time. I
asked what was happening and he said Ije asked us to pray. I told him to ask
for the prayer-point and he said Kechi's plane had crashed! That's
all I remember.
They
said I was thrashing all over the room telling them I could not take it and
that God should take me and leave Kechi. But when I came to, Chris and two
others were pinning me down to the floor. I was wailing and was uncontrollable.
It was then that I understood what is meant by 'the heart being cut in two'. It
was like a saw was being used to hack at my chest or is it heart? Some one came
up to say the whole house is filled with people and that we should come
downstairs. When did all these people get here? Many more were outside crying
and wailing. It was a heart- breaking sight.
Then
I heard Chris saying 'if seven people are alive, Kechi is one of them' Then '
if only three people are alive, Kechi is one of them'. The next call was
"Kechi is alive." The whole gathering shouted in unison as you hear
in a football game when there's a goal!
Then
prayers began from every angle the church, the family, friends, strangers,
everyone. My
life has not been the same again seeing God's mercies.
...My
Mom, Floy Duru's account
To be continued...
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