Peru to Nigeria, Searching for the Healing God. HoL 109

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Humans of Lagos

"My agnostic friend from Venezuela requested that I assist her friend from Bolivia in getting to meet a popular Prophet in Lagos.

My friend told me that her friend was involved in an auto-crash, which has rendered her immobile for over 12 years. Although, my friend doesn't believe in the idea of seeing a prophet for healing, but she only wanted to respect the wish of the woman in pain.

I took up the humanitarian work. I picked the woman from the Muritala Muhammed Airport in Lagos, and then drove her down to an hotel close to the Prophet's Synagogue. She had just 4 days to see the bearded prophet.

However, for these 4 days, the Prophet refused to see her.
Maybe her faith wasn't strong enough to deserve his healing presence.

She came in a high spirit, but returned last night with a shattered heart.
I would have loved to take her to some tourist centres in the city, but she was so engrossed in her religious tourism to see the need.

I am happy and sad and happy. Happy that she did not fall into the hands of dubious people in the city. Sad that she could not see the prophet to judge for herself if he is a healer or a fraudster. And happy that I was there for my agnostic friend.

I will always respect people's choice as long as it will not hurt anybody. I feel for the woman though."

© FERT, 2017
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