Many years ago God blessed our family with a baby boy finally, we named him Ronewa, which means "God has given us". We were so fond of him and everybody wanted his attention since he was the only boy in the family of 3 girls including our mama. Let me tell you, the boy was full of life. No matter how small he was, he always brought smile in our faces like father Christmas do. An adventurous boy who always kept everybody on their toes as he was never afraid of anything, he was always trying something new.

Later stage in life he started to be sick, he was in and out of hospital, diagnosed with Pneumonia and Cardiovascular disease. Cardiovascular disease causes a shortness of breath either by blockage in the lungs and heart, now imagine a 2 years old going through something drastic like that. While he was supposed to be out there exploring, he was hooked up on breathing machines to help him breath properly. Then the doctors suggested that he be put to medications that he'll have to take for the rest of his life to ease the pain and all, but those medicine sometimes would even fail him that he'll have to be rushed to Hospital in the middle of the night. We will wait for the ambulance in the street till it arrives and I and my little sister will go back home and wake in the morning and go to school as if all is well, we were only 13 and 9 at that time. He would be home for 4 days and those other days he'll be sick in hospital again and on the other side I had to grow quickly and be a mother to my little sister and be strong for him and mama. It became too much for him that the doctors suggested that he must be booked for an operation in order for him to have a normal life. On the days that the operation was booked for, there would be mixed up that he got a wrong date and return home. I guess God wanted us to spend more time with him as he prepared for his return in heaven and we did even though we never knew he was only here with us for the shortest time on the clock. But they finally booked for him the delayed operation and wheeled to the theatre all by himself not even afraid, my champ. While back home we were praying like mad people. I remember I even wrote my prayer down of how God should heal him so that he can be free from those pains blah blah blah. Finally God heard my prayers, he woke up full of life, also talking to his mother that he just want a cake since it was his birthday, We never knew he wanted his mama to remember him as a happy child not somebody trapped on the machines. 1st day passed, 2nd day passed and on the third day he decided to go home not with his mama but with his heavenly Father to his eternal home, he was only 3 years of age and tired of holding on. I remember crying so bitterly blaming God of how unfaithful He is to me whereas I am His faithful servant, How He has answered someone prayer who doesn't even know Him but failed to answer mine. I was so heartbroken of the pain He caused my mother that I couldn't even bare to be before His throne. Years passed without realizing God answered my prayers until a certain day I had a vision of him telling me that God answered me in an unusual way. He healed him, gave him life and took him out of sorrows .

Now I am even jealous of how happy he is without me. God wanted him home that He took him suddenly and we accepted Humbly. He has rode beneath a new born sun just like them horses. FUCK YOU CARDIOVASCULAR, MY BROTHER DEFEATED YOU. 04th September 2005- 06th September 2008❤️❤️ Oh almost forgot Happy Heavenly Birthday little warrior ✊

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