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"Naver give up. Today is hard, tomorrow will be worse, but the day after tomorrow will be sunshine "jack Ma
" Not again, not again" Mr. Solomon Atibea banged the table with his first and the glasses jumped. His wife Mars. Paulina rushed to the dining hall "what's it? Why that shouting my love?". "Warn your son Ooo! Because I'm not going to take this nonsense anymore. He is not only my child and I cannot spend such a huge amount of money on him without any good results " Mr. Solomon walked into his bedroom increasingly agitated.
It was extremely rare for him to lose his temper. But Francis Atibea's father was vexed by his continued failure to improve his grades. His mother picked his terminal report on the table and glanced through the report. She opened her mouth as a sign of shock, without wasting wasting much time she called her son "Atibea Francis what's this? So you couldn't pass even three subjects? Again you are in the last position why? You couldn't overtake Kofi Nti and Akrugu. Oh! God is this curse or what?" Mrs. Paulina looked very awful. There were big tears rolling down her cheeks. Poor Francis Atibea looked terribly upset.
Francis Atibea was a twelve - year - old boy who lacked a lot of things academically. He was highly unintelligent despite his father enrolled him at six expensive schools. At age 12, he still remained in class four. So his father was expecting something great from him after sending him to public school. But when his father saw his terminal report the situation remained same.
Early in the next morning Mr. Solomon banged Atibea's door. He woke up from a long sleep and rubbed his eyes. "Did you hear the storm last night?" his father asked. "No, I must have slept through it" Atibea answered stretching. "Awww! Look, so after what happened last night you heard nothing? You just dress up, we are going to see my prophet. I can see you are being control by evil spirit. Hurry up!".
His wife appeared as if by magic "please my dear this hasn't reach that stage. He might need medication, why don't we consult our doctor? Please it could work for us. We shouldn't jump to conclusion about the cause of the problem" Mrs. Paulina tone was apologetic as she suggested.
Mr. Solomon rubbed his chin thoughtfully. "I'd not for the love I have for you, it would have been something else" he said. After a lot of research they consulted one Doctor who was specialist in brain. At his work place this conversation took place.
Mr. Solomon : Doctor we really need your help.
Doctor :What's actually his problem?
Mr. Solomon :My son is not doing well academically. At age 12,he still in class four. After learning he can't remember anything.
Doctor :Is he your only child?
Mrs, Paulina:No, we have four children and he is last but one.
Doctor: Was he born prematurely or normal nine months?
Mrs. Paulina:Normal nine months. I breastfed him six months as prescribed by a doctor. All the nutrients he needed were there.
Doctor: It is OK madam:I want to know how your other three children are doing in school.
Mr. Solomon :They are doing tremendous especially our last born. So I don't know if this son is cursed or what.
Doctor:How are you Francis Atibea?
Atibea:I'm doing great and you?
Doctor :Good as well. What subject do you like most?
Atibea :Hmm, I don't know Ooo!
Doctor :if your teacher is teaching what makes you happy.
Atibea:Well things that involve picture
(The doctor chatted away as he examined Atibea)
Doctor :So what do you want to do in future?
Atibea:I want to build houses, bridges and many more.
(The doctor started shaking his head)
Mr. Solomon : Waaa! Look, your siblings want to become lawyer, pilot, teacher. You are here talking about bricklayer.
Mrs. Paulina :What kind of a person are you?
Doctor : Please don't discourage your son, naturally his brain is little slow. And one thing that is special about such people is that, they are handcrafted. If he is not academically good, you can send him to technical school after junior high school. Atibea is gifted in gradually develop that thing sooner. I hope you will give our conversation some thought.
Mr. Solomon and his wife stood up. "Is that all you can say?" they questioned and marched off without backwards glance. One day in school Atibea was asked to spell goat. He couldn't the pupils started laughing at him. "Obonde, Obonde, Obonde" anger was boiling up inside him, one of the pupils tried to tease him by pating his shoulder. Atibea hit the boy in the stomach and suddenly he fell down.
The teacher was gently hashing the boy. But in the blink of an eye the news had reached the headmaster. Atibea's action brought a lot of controversies in the school. Parents and guardians believed that Atibea remaining in the school could brought fear and panic in the children since he was older than them.
Finally, Atibea was dismissed for misconduct. Angry parents took their son to prayer camp for deliverance. During counseling this conversation took place.
Prophet :What brought you here?
Mr. Solomon :Man of God, this is the boy I told you about. I mean my third child.
Prophet :What's wrong with him?
Mrs. Paulina : Prophet we don't know, if this boy is been possessed by evil or what. There is nothing in his head.
Mr. Solomon :Yas, he is academically poor. Always giving us problems, he just dismissed from his school.
Prophet :What really happened?
Mr. Solomon :He was dismissed for beating one pupil.
Prophet :Is it true Atibea?
Atibea:Yes, they always laugh at me for getting things wrong.
Prophet Atibea what do you want to do in future?
Atibea :I want to build big houses and bridges.
Mrs. Paulina :Awww! He is saying the same thing again.
Prophet :That's good idea that might be his passion who knows tomorrow.
Mr. Solomon : Prophet never mind him. Even his hand writing is completely illegible.
Mra. Paulina: Prophet he needs deliverance, even if ten bottles of anointing oil can heal him. We are ready to buy.
Prophet : Mrs. Paulina don't be worry, I will pray for him. But know this for sure, your son's situation is not spiritual problem. He might lack something, so so you must pray for him and support him in everything he wants to do.
Some days later as Mr. And Mrs. Atibea were having their quiet time :they heard noise coming towards their main gate. They rushed to the gate and saw Francis Atibea wounded. Blood poured from a gash in his forehead. He was escorted by a certain man and many children. "What happened? Who did this to you? Answer me" his mother asked. Atibea remined silent: tears started steaming down his cheeks. His father slapped him, "can't you talk?.
Immediately the man who brought him intervened" please stop that, your so did nothing wrong. I was sitting in front of my shop when I saw four children teasing him. Your son tried to avoid them but the children kept on making fun on him.
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