You may not understand me. Even if you have waited three years, even
12 years you may not understand me. We got married in 1988 and decided to wait
six months before having any baby so that we could get to know ourselves
better. Six months now turned into 25 years. Many marriages have been shaken
when even a year passed without the fruit of the womb. The good thing was that
in the six months both of us got born again and became involved in the full
gospel businessmen’s fellowship. We never went to native doctors in the period.
I heard of places to go, was told of “eze
nwayi if she just looks at you, you will
become pregnant” but never went. Not for one second did we go to any prayer
house. We simply trusted God.
We never went outside the bible and medicine. My husband is a doctor
and didn’t need to be told about that. We ran several tests and they all came
out negative. “Nothing is wrong with you”
we were told. Why then were the babies not coming? I had been on several prayer
lines, been prayed for by so many ministers, but God took His time. He crushed
us and then blessed us. I have worn blessed mantles for months, up to six
months placing them on my womb (still no pregnancy) and then putting them
aside. My case was like a basket into which so many people threw in prayers; no
one could take the credit that after he prayed God did it.
At a point I became the focus of much attention. When prayers for the
fruit of the womb were announced people would look round to see “Is Ify coming out?” If I did not some
decided “She is proud” but I decided “God you know me. You know my address;
whenever it pleases You, You will do it.” My husband never quarrelled with
me on the matter. It never was a point of quarrel even for one minute. He only
became angry with me when it appeared my faith was going down. Someone came and
suggested adoption in the period to us and he angrily said “God has told me we will have children!” I am not against adoption
but we believed God. Among my husband’s relations no one chided us on the
matter; how would anyone shape the mouth to say it? Even my sister Nonye never
rebuked me or complained. I know they all prayed. Unknown to us many held vigils,
fasting and prayer sessions on our behalf. Our faith was up, very high in the
period, at least in the first ten years. Then everyone’s faith went down, or
let me speak for myself; mine did.
When after 25 years I was pregnant no nausea, vomiting or strange
craving appeared. I was very strong. My husband insisted the delivery would be
in a public hospital where all could see lest people say we arranged a secret
adoption from abroad. My antenatal checkups were usually brief, but this last
one when the nurses rechecked my blood pressure and urine sample I knew
something was happening. My legs were swollen and when Prof Ezegui saw me that
day he insisted on doing the caesarean section immediately; he would not allow
me go home. And so I was wheeled to theatre and out came the twins: male and
female. Suddenly protocol was broken: brethren surged in to see and UNTH was
transformed into a revival ground and God was harvesting praise. Jehovah indeed
has the final say.
Prof and Mrs
Gilbert Adimorah live in Enugu
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