"Daddy don't cry please" I saw blessing in pain begging my Dad not to cry. What does she know about pain that she has to go through this. "My baby girl it's alright" Daddy fake a smile but it was certain he didn't know what to do. His hands were already turning black and he kept on beating down the flame on her body.
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The people who claim to be the strongest are the people are actually the weakest. They try so hard not to look broken but deep down they are scattered into a million pieces.
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The flame was almost taken over where we were and in a matter of time our death would be imminent. Do miracles still happen or is this our story ends?
Mum look at her husband struggling to save his baby girl and it was clear she had to help. Suddenly we saw her joining him to beat down the fire. With every hand on Blessing's body she cried louder. Tears rolled down everyone's cheek and mum felt it most. Their hands were going from red to black, but at that point they didn't care whether they no longer have hands to use. Their baby must not get burnt to death, even if someone was to die it shouldn't be her.
The house began to fall like pack of cards and it was now or never. The building was a one storey building and the distance to the ground wasn't that much. Mrs Bello began to shake in fear and was already loosen the little courage she had gathered. My dad screamed to those on the ground to please help. I am sure they could barely hear him but he still continued. "Please we would be throwing down the children!!!" He screamed at the top of his voice expecting for those down to hear him.
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At which stage is one's strength tested the most, is it the stage he wishes he had all the strength of the time he feels he doesn't.
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"Please let's my children go first" the once cowardly Mrs Bello wanted her kids to go first. One little mistake could be the end of each one and that is something one doesn't want to think of. My mum kept beating down the already quenching flame on my sister's body.
My Dad's hands were already black from all the flame it had quenched. One could see he was in pain and how sure are we he still had strength needed to do this next stage. Mrs Bello began to panick more than usual. "Mr Peter please let's be fast" the flame was almost taken over everywhere. He took up James, Mrs Bello first son and threw him while alerting those down what he was about to do.
In what felt like a scene from the Titanic we watched to either witness a miracle or a murder. One wrong move could cost the little boy's life, so we watched earnestly. I saw my Dad's hands shake in both fear and pain but at that point we hope for a miracle.
Yes!!!! The little boy was caught by those downstairs and more crowd began to gather there to help. Though that was worth celebrating we still had 5 persons up with a little girl in much pain.
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We call him by different names, Jehovah Jireh, Alpha and Omega, the Lilly of the Valley. Sometimes we called him names based on the situation he delivered us from.
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"My daughter next o" Mrs Bello was more interested in saving her daughter than any other thing. One wouldn't blame her as she was a mother. However she failed to see that my dad had used all the strength he had to drop her son. The flames were already going into the roof and in a matter of minutes, roofing sheets are bound to start falling. My dad in so much energy grabbed her daughter and alerted those downstairs to get ready. It was a successful transfer and it was almost about to be over.
A reality dawned on us that my baby sister might not remain the same as we soon realise even if we could save ourselves, how do we remove the already melted clothes on her. I am sure that has dawned on mummy from the time she was beating down the flame on her.
"I am the next o" Mrs Bello said to us. I could see the look in my dad's eyes, it was full of pain and I couldn't blame him. One would think she would want all the children to get down first before talking about the adults. My Dad insisted that she allows the children go first but she failed to see reasoning.
It was another story entirely, she held onto my dad as she shakes on the railing and it was like it was lost cost. She pressed into my dad's already wounded hand and was in so much pain. "Mr Peter don't let go o" she held him so tightly before he let down, it was a case of faith and little strength and we started thinking both already failing. We began to hear the flame burning through the roofing sheets beneath us, it was a matter of time before it come down on us.
Our death was close certain, either we die from the flame or from the collapsed building. In each case what do we do...