Life Can Turn Around,Always Be Thankful.


For once he is in Kiambu town. Never before had he been here, the furthest he had gone was Paradise Lost. 

Randy had wanted to attend a service at an Anglican Church, but the matatu had stopped over severally to drop and pick up passengers along Kiambu Road and by the time he was in Kiambu town, it was some minutes past 11am.

He opted not to go for ACK but the quest to fellowship was high. He could hear some people singing and praying nearby. He passed through the open market via one entry and on exiting the other, he saw a tented place of worship.

He got in as the usher directed him where to sit.

People prayed vehemently as others fell, indicative of being filled with the Holy Spirit. He prayed too.

The prayers session was done, one of the leaders introduced the Church as being aligned to 'The only true and last end time prophet (I'm not sure, how truthful that description was).
He left.
The visiting hours to the hospital were drawing near. He got into a hotel and got something to eat as he perused the newspaper.

'Nothing new, only negative news.War,road accidents,hate speech'.

After eating, he left and walked towards the hospital using the pedestrian path.

He made a call on direction of the ward which led him directly to his uncle's bed. 
His was emaciated. He looked at Randy and couldn't recall his voice nor his face.

"This is Randy, son of your sister Eunice", he was introduced.
"Ooooh, Randy has kept quiet, ee, ee, I wonder why he does...that", he uttered as he shook his head.
Randy embarked on giving an account of how he had just graduated last year and how he has been looking for opportunities. 

Decision was reached, he had to be transferred to another hospital.

Randy got deep into thoughts of how life can change in a whisker. His charming uncle was now bedridden.
He remembered the visits he had made to Kenyatta Hospital to encourage others in worse conditions. Being healthy and kicking is a precious gift we take for granted at times. No one pays to be sick. It's never anyone's choice to be ill.


If one has ever been ill, having a relative who is ill or lost a close relative, we know life can really turn around.
When one wakes up, lets remember to give thanks for life and life.

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