God Sent
God
sent
I had gotten married in my twenties to who I thought was
the love of my life. We are both of the
same race. The relationship wasn’t without its issues during our courtship but
I thought no relationship was perfect we only need to work through our issues. I
had my first child a month after my wedding. Then it became a very turbulent
marriage. We had a lot of issues but I will leave that story for another time.
Fact forward six years later the marriage hit the rocks
and I became a single mother of a boy and girl. They meant the world to me.
With them I was more than content. I was in Europe with my children but had to
return home to Africa when we had immigration
challenges. I went back home to my family, we were received with open arms,
they were very supportive especially in caring for my kids. We had a roof over
our heads, we never thought about where the next meal will come from which is
one beautiful thing about African culture. After a while my kids lived with
their dad for some time, then he relocated and they came back to me at my
parents. My ex was involved in their lives but he was very spiteful to me so
the kids avoided anything that will make us communicate.
We only communicated
through our kids which was fine with me because I was tired of watching over
every word I utter, reading a text I had written over a million times so he
won’t get offended but no matter how I tried to be civil he still managed to
have a reason to flare up with something I have written or said. It was really bad.
I never gave up going back to Europe
with my kids. My son finished high school and we were still in Africa but I
kept praying, believing God, I had dreams of them attending tertiary
institution outside the shores of Africa . It
wasn’t easy being s single mom but I trudged on. I soon got a job, moved out of my parents
place but my kids stayed back and stayed weekends with me because if they had come
with me there will be no one to be with them when they returned from school but
at my parents my mum was always around, God bless mothers. The job helped in
paying the bills but it was difficult meeting all my children needs especially
the times their dad reneged on paying their school fees, he did that from time
to time with impunity. I have had it with marriage and I wasn’t ready to go
that route again.
After a while after I had completely healed and gotten
over my crashed marriage, my heart opened up again and I considered giving
marriage another shot. A childhood
friend had gotten married and moved to Europe
to join her husband. We barely communicated, I was closer to her sister who
lived in the same city with me. This
friend in Europe called me up one day and
wanted to know if I won’t mind if she gave my number to her husband’s friend.
She introduced me to Klaus and we got talking and became friends.
We were both
of different race but it didn’t make any difference to me. At this time I was
only interested in love, love knows no colour and so we
started a long distance relationship. He proposed, I accepted. We got married
in a quiet ceremony here in Africa .
He met
every member of my family, I had told him about them all and when he met them
he knew who was who and remembered all their names. I joined him in Europe some months after our wedding. By this time my son
had moved to Canada
I got to know about Klaus health status after we got
married and the entirety of it when I moved to Europe
to join him. I was driving him from one hospital to another. It was then it
dawned on me that he had risked his life to come to Africa
for two weeks for our wedding because he had no medical attention all through
that time and I was clueless about his health condition. Two years after our
wedding, Klaus became very sick and he passed on. I was devastated, just when I
though I had it all together, just when I though I finally had a chance to
prove I can make my marriage work. You see I had plans, I had dreams and it all
fizzled before my eyes but in my grief God was able to make me see what the two
years meant to Klaus.
Apparently he knew he didn’t have much time but he didn’t
let me on it. He said to me he kept hearing God’s voice saying to him go to
Africa, for someone who had never visited Africa and didn’t even go to church
but knowing he had but a few years he followed his heart and he had the two
best years of his life- his words not mine. He was a lonely, sad, miserable man
before we met, afraid he was going to spend his last days all alone because his
kids are all grown with their own families. He said meeting me added color to
his life. God in his infinite wisdom saw that lonesome soul in Europe, came
down to Africa to bring healing to him. It taught
me God can go to any length even to the ends of the earth to bring succor to
His children, the bible says He will bring a man from a far country to perform
his counsel. I feel blessed that God saw
me worthy enough to make the best out of the last days of Klaus. what a honor.
I grieve because he left too soon but he left a fulfilled man. He in turn left
me a legacy that will be a constant reminder of how God can prepare your future
without your input.
Still heart broken,
Helen
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