December 10, 2005: From The Eyes Of My brother Chinedu...

I don't remember very clear details of that day, but I remember the emotions vividly. I remember that my wife, Karin, the girls and I were at home. I received a phone call from Mom and she wailed the news that Kechi's plane had gone down and that Kechi was gone. Those were her exact words, 'Kechi is gone'. After a stunned moment of shock, I asked her to repeat it and she did and then I screamed loud. Karin rushed out of the room to find out what was wrong and I told her. I did not become very emotional then. I went very quiet, then I told Mom I was coming to Apapa right away. By then, Ulo and some others were already gathered in Apapa, Mom was wailing continuously. 

Before I left, I sat Chisa and Jaachi down and explained to them what had happened. Chisa understood immediately, because she was old enough to, and started to weep. Jaachi did not fully grasp what was going on at that time, as she was quite young then. Karin was in total shock, and she had not reacted yet. I cannot remember, but I think I picked Nkechi up and we rushed to Apapa. 

We walked into the house and there was major mourning going on in the house. Mom was being restrained, so she would not hurt herself. That picture has never left me - the level of grief that was in that room. At that point I fell on the floor and started crying. I cried and wailed, and then just sat quietly. I remember that Dad never accepted the idea of Kechi's death. I remember that he would come into the living room where we were all gathered to say one or two things and go away, but he never once accepted that Kechi was gone.

Then after a while, more and more people gathered and we were all inconsolable, then the other news came! Kechi was alive!

 I have never seen anything like that. How all that level of grief and mourning turned into magnificent joy and praise. We all started praising God and dancing and worshipping God, thanking Him. There was an explosion of joy that Kechi was alive. It was in the midst of that rejoicing that I got a nudging in my spirit to separate myself a bit, so I left the scene of rejoicing and I immediately went to one of the rooms upstairs and knelt down and began to receive a very clear and vivid ministration.

 “Yes, indeed Kechi is alive. She will be okay. She will be fine, but it will take time.

The recovery will be long, but she will be restored fully. It will take time, but it will be complete.”

After I shared the ministration, there was rejoicing, and then we started discussing logistics, who was to leave immediately to be with Ije, what was the best hospital to take Kechi to etc. But God soon showed us that He was in full control of the situation and the rest is history.

...My brother, Chinedu's account.

To be continued...