I can hear it, it sounds so far away, its’ melody reaches out to me. I tilt my head with the hope to get a better sound as it approaches. There is a surge of joy within me, as my lips dance into a smile. Aah! My wait has not been in vain. I look around eager to share my excitement, but the blank faces give me a pause momentarily, don’t they hear it?…surely they did not buy the tale that He would not come through, oh no! They could not have believed the talebearer that His “lateness” is denial.

Even as I found myself swaying, to the beats of the strands of the song that was getting closer… I stretched out my hand to my comrades. We had come too far, too too far for them to give up without a fight…I hummed the chords… as I recalled, it was the same one that had filled my heart years back while I had wondered what it meant…could it be? I turned towards the door as I dared to believe that it could be.

Then I glanced at the blank, vacant stares of my comrades… I saw, but they did not see… we were a stronger group, refined from the tick of the hands of the years that had gone by. Our hands, our palms had aged gracefully, not calloused, no… warmly soft.

‘Look!’ I said as I held up my hands for inspection turning it as one conducting an orchestral. Hard…Nathan said, hard but He had promised soft… No! I sobbed look….can’t you see? It is soft yet mature… as I approached Onajite. We had encouraged each other, with each new gown, through the baby showers, if I could reach anyone now it was her, she knows me, and sometimes I feared more than I knew myself.

Searching her face as a roll of my heart dropped…the realization hit my tummy hard… she had let go, Shiere we were wrong… no ‘Jits, no I shouted as I shook her roughly, we are supposed to have held on all the way…’Jits please look. A flash of pity ran through the blank stare as she turned her face away. In the dark corner the talebearers lips curved cruelly.

Listen Moyin… you had always had an ear that picked strains of dim sounds; you couldn’t have blocked your ears. Stumbling over Onajite’s bags of the years of cry; all but fell unto Moyins’ lap as he rocked stiffly on the chair of dingy dodged knowing. His hands lay limply on his lap, too weak to steady my gait…Shie we lost, he all but whispered, this was my last battle, and I lost…

I looked down at his feet, the rugged boots that had walked through deaths shadow, overcome the grips of sicko sickness, still had the mud of perseverance stuck on it, was I wrong? I questioned myself, had we lost this battle? As I let my hands fall softly on the hard knee of prayers… the sound reached out to me yet again stronger than ever… the faint lull had gained strength with each words…

No, no this was not how we planned, how could you have bought what the talebearer sold? It’s counterfeit. Moyin we won… yes we won… look at you, where is sicko? The True blood purified you; look at the reminders in the scars from Dr. Dibs theatre.

A flicker, look! as I lifted up his feet in the boots, mud perseverance told of the passage through valley unemployment 3 years… remember…the oil didn’t run dry. The flickering candle steadily grew stronger as he began to recall: deaths shadow fled when Life Abundant took his hands, sicko sickness left though Dr. Dibs had said otherwise… yes I said, indeed the broken Body had reigned supreme, through valley unemployment 3 years Jireh Provision was holding me close… he said with his voice stronger with each sentence, what of my rib Roli? Or…

His hands were strengthened as he lifted it and shouted… we won! Yes for if all that had been, surely there is nothing He could not do—this was no exception… the notes reached Moyin ears just in time, as he began to rock in rhythm with it.

Rising with renewed vigour, Shiere moved swiftly to Kachidi who lay sprawl on the couch, staring listlessly at the ceiling boards, ‘O daughter of the Author of the Rains, stir up yourself, throw away talebearers false goods—tale. We are almost there… a sad smile framed Kachidi’s lips…that was what I thought 2 years back just as I bid Lewis good night, then again I was wrong, she said as a drop of unanswered questions rolled down the corner of her eyes dark with hurt… why did my Father not come through for me? She whispered and looked towards me.

I shook my dirty black soft crown, I do not know Kach, and am not equipped to be His defence attorney. If you’d only but listen, use your spirit…you’d hear and know, you cannot just throw in all the years of holding Words. Shifting her small frame as a chicken shook its bum to get the right spot in the ground, Kachidi spoke, ‘I stopped listening when Lewis left. It was more than I could bear,’ looking accusingly at me she went on: ‘You still have O’tega! The memories are not enough, let me be’.

I jerked upright in shock, where is mine? Boaz bones as I spurn around searching frantically, for sure he was dancing I thought, moving unsettling…O’tega leaned lazily against the well, the look was unmistakably vacant…Baby I cried, no please! I need you to see and hear please, I looked around me ‘Jits still stared blankly; Moyin was not only rocking but humming harmoniously… Kach…Kach my heart reached out towards her yet I turned and enveloped O’tega in my arms…’we’re almost there hun’, he looked at me, ‘I did my best sugs’, reaching into my soul with his pain filled eyes…I know hun but it’s now! Aah! That’s what we thought the last cryless but cryfilled five years…my strength fails me he said, as he let his hands fall to his side.

Hun but those who wait on Him, yea those who trust in Him shall renew their strength. All you need do now is reach out and open the door, on the other side is immeasurably more than we asked or thought, I said softly as the strains had gotten louder and drowned out all other sounds, putting to sleep talebearers tales. What if’….ssh! I placed my hands over O’tega’s mouth, the only what if, is that the years of cryless and cryfilled 5 years of tales will cease once we open the door to the soothing music.

I hear it Joyce jumped up dancing in an out of beat fashion, swinging her arms widely and laughing in an uncontrollably manner…the battle has been won she crooned, bumping into Roli. I turned back to O’tega; please take the step…open the door. With each step, O’tega took, I saw strength infuse his being. The curved cruel lips of talebearer was turning into a shocked O as his eyes popped.

Not by sight, not by sight…O’tega said with each step, ‘am with you, Joyce said’ as she danced wildly towards the door, Ro baby don’t be left behind, Moyin had quit rocking and was humming towards Rib Roli, grabbing her with his arms lifted her and turned towards the door. Roli looked into Moyin’s eyes, ‘am not so sure but am willing to dare as long as you think this is it, guess I trust your judgment as always… so we won? She gushed.

Kachidi called out: am sorry Shiere, I just can’t dare to again and rolled over to her side making her back face us. I reached out my hand to ‘Jits…please take it, let go of goods tale, it’s for the best, ‘Jits glanced down to the bags of cry years and missed the sun above.

Indeed no eye had seen, nor any ear heard the sights and sounds that enveloped us as we opened the door. For though it tarried, it did come like He said it would.

From the Living Word we are told once too often that the crown is only for those who endure until the end. As children of the One Who Never Dies let us hold on to His promises, through the situations dire and grim, let’s keep on believing for He will come through. Not necessarily at our timing, but we can be sure that He will come through for us.

But those who trust in the Lord will find new strength. They will soar high on wings like eagles. They will run and not grow weary. They will walk and not faint. Isaiah 40: 31

So let’s not get tired of doing what is good. At just the right time we will reap a harvest of blessing if we don’t give up. Therefore, whenever we have the opportunity, we should do good to everyone—especially to those in the family of faith. Galatians 6: 9, 10.

You must warn each other everyday, while it is still “today”, so that none of you will be deceived by sin and hardened against God. For if we are faithful to the end, trusting God just as firmly as when we first believed, we will share in all that belongs to Christ. Hebrews 3: 13,14.

Let us hold tightly without wavering to the hope we affirm, for God can be trusted to keep His promise. Let us think of ways to motivate one another to acts of love and good works. Hebrews 10 23,24

Patient endurance is what you need now, so that you will continue to do God’s will. Then you will receive all that He has promised. “For in just a little while, the Coming One will come and not delay. Hebrews 10 36, 37