CHINA TORI

You know, I have always believed that Heavenly Father is preserving me for a wise purpose. And this I say because I don’t think anybody has had to wait as long as I have for their purpose to materialize. I have always believed that I will do great things and maybe that’s why my burden is heavier and my wait longer.

I finished school earlier than my peers, and even began studies into the occult when my mates were still swallowing pap and throwing tantrums. But I have found myself getting to the end of paths only to find my way blocked. And I have had to wait and watch while others caught up with me and even passed me. They were crushing their physical goals and ticking material wants off their lists, while I waited. The universe even made me assist them with all my spiritual, metaphysical, astral gbogbotigbo knowledge.

For the longest time, the Lord kept me. And I waited. And I set and accomplished small goals. And I waited.

Then things took a turn. And they began to happen very fast. Every prayer, every desire and every goal began to manifest in quick successions. I was crushing and ticking great things off my list and I was even beginning to see things and do things. And the latest? My trip out of my homeland.

I’m here now and I have started seeing things again. The funny thing however is that I’m not dreaming things concerning my new phase of life but about the country I just left. Not that I think about the country that much but I worry so much about my family back home. And maybe that’s what these dreams are about. Figments of Imagination. Or maybe not. But the economy, the killings and the hunger causes me to constantly fear and worry for them. So I have dreamt things but they didn’t trouble me like the most recent one.

I woke up today with a start and when I woke, I recalled every bit of what I had dreamt. It looked like it was already happening; the change we have prayed for. But this time, citizens were taking matters into their own hands. I saw the death of a notable man in our country. He didn’t die on his own. He was killed; the first of many in a supposed wipe out, I perceived.

In the dream, there was an uproar. It seemed like there had been a train hijack, then it looked like a kidnapping and more like an armed robbery incident. But when they passed by the small community where we were living in, the faceless people caused a commotion that got a lot of indigenes to come out. And then they dumped the body and continued on their journey. We were in a Yoruba speaking community and the language was flying around as we ran to the scene. People skilled in the trado-medical thingie moved the body into a hut and soon after, they came out and confirmed him dead.

I saw that and I was shook to my core when I woke. I have always known that there is something special about me. But I have not been able to tell how big. I mean, the recent turn of events could have been a pointer but did I get the full picture? So now is this it? Is this what all that wait has been about? That I had to be the one who saw the end of tyranny and the beginning of a new Nigeria?