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“.....She struggled with death until she found her body on this part of the world: the blue-world. Out of wanders, she asked “Is there Adam down there?”
The blue-world had always been the terminal of sick people all over the world. But there has been a fight between the white-world and the blue-world. She had long to see Adam—the first man in creation before the wave of death hit her. “That would only be possible if she cross the supernatural flyover that bound the white-world and the blue-world together which is the earth crust”, the intervenor said, reading my lips to see my reactions.
I wasn't a lead. I wasn't a way. I wasn't a power. I was instructed by Pastor Judeson to carryout the autopsy of what killed Mama. Pastor Judeson is a remedial minister. He lives in California, P.O box 492063 shakespa street. He survives with 4 brilliant kids, equal male and females. Initially, the project was declined, since I was not a preach or a lead or a way or a power. But after much consideration and concern towards humanity, and likely passion to become a medical doctor, I decided to concur and the mantle was placed on me.
Mama sleep in the hospital for three weeks. Her body was not responding to the official report of the Doctor. I could notice a slide of changes, that her body was degrading instead of corresponding to the Doctors expectation. I sat silently and begin to ponder, words indescribable. The atmosphere at the moment seems so wild and stormy. I was hearing whistles of birds allover the space. My legs shivered tremendously as if there was a gun pointing at my forehead.
Few moment later, it was calm. “The Doctor is back”, thankGod.....I rushed towards him as he releases the door to hit the panel. “ThankGod you're here again!”, I exclaimed so badly that the Doctor notice my mumbling lips and keep staring for almost a minutes. “What is wrong, Tami?”. He called my name for the first time in history, but was anything wrong with me?, I guess, walk a little bit further to the doorpost, memorize on the Doctors question for some seconds, and reverse back to the original standpoint.
“Nothing. Sir I'm fine”, I gave out the respond and immediately, I notice a slide of air rising out of Mama's mouth. “Look. Look. Look Doctor! Mama is alive”, I said. The Doctor immediately rushed towards Mama's body on the bay and carryout the necessary checkup.
I was just like a poster, feeling different from the space when the Doctor unveiled that Mama is alive. “How did it go?", Out of the space I was, I magestically delved into the private room where she was kept. Mama is crying. Her face is sweating. “What happen Mama?”, In my African intonation, I sat beside her and begin to interrogate. This is what she said:
“I was in the fight between the white-world and the blue-world. Death was not my expectation, because I was too early to die. But when it came, I found myself sitting on a short bench above the average waterfall level. I was also desperate to find my Grand-Grand-Grand-Grand Father named Adam, so the plane to flew me out of the blue-world after I had discovered that blue-world was different from Adams world, became so hard to find. While, I was there, I was seen people like you praying for my recovery....”.
Wow!! I smiled, and then embrace her. Forward her recovery message to Pastor Judeson and He was overexcited.
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