There was a sharp contrast between the brightly lit room where the three parents gathered and the looks on the faces of its occupants. The room was painted in radiant sky-blue but the faces of the parents and child that occupied the room bore a gloom and sad look.
Even though it was a sunny Monday, one that held prospects of a beautiful week, it didn’t seem to reflect on the downcast faces of its occupants.
One of the people in the room was a child living with cancer while others were parents who lost their children to the ailment and still haven’t come to terms with the pains. As if they had rehearsed the statement, in unison they said, “Once cancer enters a home, it wrecks the home and brings nothing but unhappiness.”
Forty three-year-old Justina Osheku is a robust and pretty woman. Although she glowed on the outside, she was downcast because she did not have a child for her husband of over eleven years. After years of fervent fasting and prayers and anguish, her request was granted by God and she gave birth to a baby girl who was named Esther.
A very quiet and observant girl, our correspondent learnt from her family that Esther was loved by everyone and was nicknamed Angel in school. Aside her quiet nature, she was said to be very brilliant and this made her mother, a cook in a private hospital, very happy.
The little Angel’s ambition was to become a surgeon but her aspiration was cut short after she was diagnosed and later died of cancer of the kidney.
Cont'd at The Punch
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