IN MY DREAM

It all started when daddy and mummy died under mysterious
circumstances in the same year of 1996. I was traumatised by this
tragedy that I lost my senses.I started
labelling God with all kind of snide phrases the devil could offer
me.Even then I began to
doubt His existence. If He was there what had
I done to deserve such punishment?

The situation was further inflamed when my wife walked out on me on my
wedding day before she could utter any marriage vows.

I turned into a heavy drinker. I started absenting myself from work
quite frequently due to nursing hangovers. I was finally
expelled.

My problems seemed to multiply each day.The christmas day of the year
2000 I
drank to a stupor.The following morning I woke like my stomach was on
fire.It was like my stomach had waged a World War.I had stomach pains
which were quite awful.The situation worsened each day with each meal I
took. I thought I was going to die.

Unfortunately I stayed alone with noone to fend for me. I had lost all
my close friends and relatives due to my heavy drinking and estranged
behaviour.

Eventually my adoptive grandmother from South Africa came in. She
became
responsible for my medication. An endoscope revealed my suspicions. I
had developed gastric ulcers due to my heavy drinking. I
immediately stopped drinking.Despite the fact that I tried my best to
follow my doctor's advice about what kind of medication to take and
what type of food and life style to follow the heat and pain in my
stomach wrecked havoc.I could lie coiled in bed sheets writhing and
crying in agony like a child.It was awful.

Due to desperation I followed other people's advice and consulted a
traditional
healer. He told me I had been bewitched and that my dead parents needed
appeasement.I took whatever advice and herbs he offered but nothing
seemed to change.

My health deteriorated dramatically and I became very thin.Rumour
started spreading that I had Aids. Even my own people began to shun me.
Almost everyone avoided me.

I was treated like one of those people with leprosy.My landlord
Mr.Edmund gave me a short notice to leave.
"Look I can't share the toilet and shower with you. I have kids and
they are quite sensitive.They might easily catch your disease. Me and
my wife have
decided that we part ways." Mr Edmund said without looking directly at
me.

This isolation worsened my predicament. I felt I had no purpose of
existence on this planet and my one thought now was to end my life. I
tried three times to end my life with a large kitchen knife but it fell
down before it could cut. I was weak and sick.

Then I found another way. A way that could find my freedom and peace. I
went into the city. I aimed for Karigamombe tower one of the tallest
building in city.A lift took me up the last floor.

"How are you young man? You look a fine young gentleman." I gave a
little

start at the voice talking to me.It was then that I realised I had some
company in the lift.A middle aged woman. She was smiling.At last I had
met up with a person who could give me a friendly compliment.There was
something about her that made me relax. She was a real feel good
person. She was warm and affectionate. Instinctively forgeting that I
had a gruesome mission to accomplish I returned her smile.
"Thanks madam I am fine." I said my mouth going wide with a
smile.
Athough she appeared casual I knew she knew I had a problem.
"Maybe we will see each other sometime." She said extending a
warm
soft hand. I offered her a bony hand and she shook it without appearing
disturbed.She smiled again. The doors of the lift opened and she glided
out onto tenth floor like an angel from God.For a moment I thoutght I
felt better and strong. I felt the urge to tell her not to desert me
but instead I saw myself
alone whizzing up in the lift.As soon as I was alone the suicidal
thought came back again.
"I have got to end my life. Then all my pain and misery will be ended.
All the mockery and circus will be ended."

Finally I reached 15th floor the last floor on this building. I had to
reach the roof of the building by taking a few flight of steps. It was
like I was climbing Mt. Everest.I climbed each step with an effort. I
felt very sick and weak. When finally I reached the top of the roof I
was breathing in laboured gasps and
sweating.It was like I was dying. After what seemed like an eternity I
got my normal breathing again.

The place was quite deserted that afternoon of a Friday. I wobbled my
way to the brim of the roof.I was now facing Samora Machel avenue.The
cars below looked small and whizzed to and fro like flees to some
distant unknown home.

As I got set to easy my body into a fright I heard a soft voice behind
me. A voice quite familiar.

"Please don't do this. You are a fine gentleman with a fine future.
God created you for a purpose. You have a set mission to accomplish.
That purpose now if you cut short that mission God will feel sad and
cry. Because it's the devil who would have conquered."

I didn't turn to see who was talking because I knew who it was.Her
voice was surprisingly full of power and spiritual healing like it was
coming from God Himself. Now those words were a turning point of my
life. They were word full of richness.Positive words.Inspiring words.
Empathetic words. "You are a fine young gentleman with a fine future.
God created you for a purpose." The words rang
clear in my mind like a parable.Nobody had said that to me. I had had
enough of negative comments from my people and now this stranger seened
to care.

For the first time since I fell ill I got a sense of purpose. I got
courage. I felt being able to conquer any kind of obstacle including
the predicament I was in.

"Now if you could confide in me," the women went on uninterrupted.
"Come to me and shake my hand and we become friends forever."

It was like this stranger had stolen my soul in mass hypnotism for I
turned and almost broke into a run. I went staight into her arms and
she encircled me in a protective
embrace.They were warm arms full of warmth and love. Arms giving
courage and hope. They were healing arms. I felt like a lost sheep that
had finally got a sense of
purpose and direction. Tears rolled down my cheeks. Large tear
drops.She dried
them with a soft toilet tissue and I felt quite
content and calm. I told her my whole story.Rather than getting
surprised she
understood.

She offered to give me shelter at her
house.Her story was that her husband Mr
Rungano had died some six years ago of Aids. She had Aids too. She told
me how God had kept her alive up untill this time. She looked healthy
just like any other normal human being. Mrs. Rungano stayed with her
three children one girl and two boys who seemed to be quite
co-operative and understood my predicament. The Rungano family was
united. It was a family full of devoted christians who attended the
Seventh Day Adventist Church. I was baptised and too joined the
church.

Though my malady was still on I felt better and strong because I had
found a family that I felt I belonged to and empathised with me.

Then one night six months after meeting Mrs. Rungano I had a wonderful
dream.
Someone was talking to me like he was a teacher or a preacher.I was
telling him
of my malady and he seemed to listen with
empathy.

"Sir I have tried everything that this planet could offer but to no
avail." I said .
"I see.But there is one thing that you were doing wrong. The type of
food that you were eating was right. But the temperature of the food
was wrong."
"What do you mean?" I said raising my brows with interest.
"The food that you were taking was hot. Try to take up warm food." And
then woke up from the seemingly realistic dream.

The cure was that simple. I explained the dream to Mrs. Rungano who
said it was
an advice from an angel from God and that my prayers were answered. I
realised that ever since I have had these stomach ulcers I was not
quite conscious about the temperature of the food let alone my my
medical advisors.This explained why despite taking the correct
medication and food the problem seemed to worsen. Now as I implimented
and continue to impliment the advice from my dream my health has
improved by leaps and bounds and I can now enjoy the food I had
previously avoided.

Simple cures are hidden to us if we shun the Kingdom of God.They appear
complex.

But to those who consistently seek glory and help from God through
continuous prayers everything becomes simple.May God continue to heal
all the lost souls loitering out there.

THE END