THE ANGEL FROM GOD

An Angel from God: She said, she came to see me, and had been there for about thirty minutes. She heard me talk­ing, she thought someone was with me. She got nearer and saw that I was sleeping and dreaming. The conversation between me and my mother was interesting. She felt it would be bad to break it. Then when I started crying in my dream and pleading with my mother, she could not help but woke me up. Looking into her eyes I saw tears, saw she must have been weeping silently with me.

 She opened the shopping bag she was carry­ing and brought out a beautiful dress and a nice pair of shoes. She asked me to get dressed. She said that I was going with her and she would take care of me since I had no one. She told me she was moved to tears the morning she saw me and that my story reminded her of her childhood experience. She was grateful to God for being able to come out of that situation.

Yes, initially I did not know her name. Tim­idly, I asked her name and she said I should call her Aunt Agatha. She was very beautiful. Aunt Agatha lost her mother at the age of eight too. Her relative that promised to look after her had subjected her to different forms of abuses - child labour, child slavery, etc. She could not escape her cruel aunt at her tender age. Her situation was more like that of a prisoner. Now she would not forgive herself if she left me behind for an­other day in the open and in the midst of so much danger. To her I was very lucky not to have fall­en into the hands of ritualists.

 Aunt Agatha wondered how many children were being subjected to the same conditions as myself daily. Only God knows how many might have died in a mysterious manner and how many were still being maltreated by their uncles, aunts and relatives, after assuring their parents that the children were in good hands and had a promising future. My adopted aunt was obvious­ly talking aloud to herself. I was watching every expression on her face. I could see some anger burning in her. She seemed a wealthy lady. The car she drove was very beautiful. She was equally a pretty lady. She seemed nice. 

Children have their guardian angels. I do pray to my guardian angel. Aunty Agatha looked nice to me but I still felt a little uncomfortable with her. I could not really describe how I felt. I did not feel any sign of danger or feel threatened yet my past experience with my mother’s relative, Aunt Nene, was still fresh on my mind and I wanted to be sure this Aunt Agatha was not going to be like her.