The Miracle In A Connection 2

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This is the second part to the Miracle in a Connection. I hope it blesses you.

The photographers were hard at work as he stood holding her to his side, looking straight in front of him with that smile. Her gaze fixed on his face occasionally distracted by the flashing lights from the working cameras.

He had given her a phone call weeks back to inform her of his valedictory ceremony, telling her to attend. She had declined, stating she didn’t see reason to travel the long distance to attend a six-hours event. Underneath she knew that reason wasn’t genuine. (She’d use that as cover-up for her fear of what might be if she attended). Tobi knew her all too well. He could tell when she wasn’t telling the truth. He could tell by the undulating of her voice. He therefore wasn’t of the genuineness of what she’d said. “OK. I know you’re not telling the truth. Tell me why you don’t want to come.” He had said: his voice still as controlled as always. She’d forced herself to reveal the truth: “My clothes are all faded, some torn. There is none befitting for the such an event as that which you’re inviting me for, and I don’t want you embarrassed because of me.” There’d been this long pause, like Tobi was trying to take in what she’d told him. Gently, he’d said “How can you say that? Don’t you know the countless sacrifices you’ve made for me are enough to sink whatever shame I could have for you. Just bring whatsoever you have to wear, torn or worn. What people doesn’t matter as much as what I think does it? We’ll be fine ok?” A tear rolled down her eye as she dropped the call. “I’ll do what it takes to be there” was the last thing she had said.

Some days after, he had met her at the park on her arrival, lodged her comfortably for the night and earlier today brought her to the event. She seemed to worry more about her looks than he did. That made her worry less. He had walked her into the hall, had her comfortably seated, and proceeded to sit with his colleagues at the front of he hall. She failed to notice his seat from different from his colleagues’.

A parent had cast a sneering look at her, before taking the seat next to her but she was hardly moved by the act: she just stayed relaxed and waited for the commencement of the event, constantly meeting Tobi’s eyes as he seemed to turn frequently to smile at her. She could not love him more.

During the course of the programme she had been shocked to find out he was the valedictorian. Then the image of his special seat amongst his peers came before her. She’d not expected this. She had tried best to conceal her joy as he took the stage to deliver his speech, and found it hard to hold back the tears when he had smiled in her direction and concluded with the words “All I am, I owe to my mother”. The aged chairman of the occasion had taken to the stage and asked: “Son is your mother present?”, “Yes” Taiwo had replied with an evident smile. “Wherever the mother of this young man is, your presence is needed at the high table madam”. She had been rooted to the seat with emotion. But Tobi had headed for her, taken her hand in his and walked her to the high table. She had felt the staring eyes, as a resounding roar of ovation evolved from the crowd while Tobi walked her to the high table. She even failed to notice the parent who’d sat beside her: her look of disdain suddenly transformed to that of utmost admiration. On their walk to the high table, Tobi had silently asked “How were you going to miss this?” The best response she could offer was a smile. The members of the high table stood in honour until she had taken her seat.

She seemed a gulf in class below other members of the high table, but that mattered to no one: Tobi had placed them all on one platform. While seated, memories of his birth rolled out before her. His childhood and teenage years too She remembered how submissive to her he’d been as a child, how she had starved to feed him, given up her every dime to ensure he was formally educated, denied herself change of clothes so he could be well dressed. Then she remembered his dad: he had lost his life in an auto crash, few days after she’d been delivered of Tobi, her only child: they had lost his twin minutes after his birth. She remembered his first cry which lasted till he beheld her face. He had given her that enchanting smile in which she had been so caught; she took in every detail of his first smile. She knew then she would give her all for him. For in that moment, a connection was made, a miracle born. And here stood that miracle, holding her close to his side. Her only son: her one hope.

Honour your father and mother (Exodus 20:12; Ephesians 6:2)

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8 thoughts on “The Miracle In A Connection 2

  1. Dis is very touching!!! Our Parents are d most valuable treasure we have on earth.. Though we might ocassionally behave like d tongue nd d teeth,we dnt hv any reason to disregard dem.. Dey are our God sent visible Angels!. My only prayer is dt dey will all live to reap d fruits of dere Labour.. This is a Brilliant write up Tom.. I love it.


  2. This is wonderful… A well painted picture showing that our parents, especially mothers are indeed priceless gifts from God. They sacrifice a lot amidst the hurdles of life so we can be great in life. May God help us to be sources joy and comfort to them at every point of our lives. I love you mum and dad, may you live to reap the fruits of your labour in Jesus name… More grace, anointing and inspiration bro, Thumbs up!


  3. When i started the story,what came to mind was what Jesus offers ur. No matter how much we have sinned,lived a reckless lyf,yet He says come.even when there are so many saints with greater honour,still he loves us so much even in our filthy rags. Thanks tommy


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