Abdoul Azize Aikou

A man with a special destiny, whose life would mark his generation. I had no breath of life at birth according to what my mother told me. She told me that the midwife had thought that there was no hope for me. But there was a woman who decided to hit the child to wake him up. After several blows and after forty-five minutes of waiting and patience, I uttered a shrill scream that lasted minutes before I stopped and since then I have been living. The question I have often asked myself and which often comes up in my heart : why did God want me to be born this way? Why was my birth so special? Did I have a mission to accomplish in this world? Or was it just a purely biological situation due to my breathing? I did not know what to think.

But growing up I realized that my presence on earth was for a providential reason. A reason prepared before I was born in this world. I had to have a reason to be born. My birth could not be futile. I certainly had a special grace that the world needed and for which I was sent.

My father was at home when his phone rang and he was informed of the birth of his son.

- Hello, is it Mr. Ali?

- Yes it's him.

- I'm calling from the Zone Hospital. I would like to announce some good news.

- Ah! Well! Good news? Which one?

"Your son has just been born, and he is alive and well. We almost lost him, but by the grace of God he is still alive.

- Oh! My God, how happy I am. And his mother? How is she?

- She is fine. She asked me to inform you. Thank you and see you soon.

It seemed to me in his reaction that he was very happy with my birth. He soon decided to see the child. After a few days, good relations started again between my father and my mother. The two enemies become friends again, reunited by the birth of a pretty little baby.

- My father: How are you, my dear? He said that to my mother in a mocking tone, touching his right shoulder.

- My mother: I'm fine. The child too. You wanted to see us? Thank you for being concerned for us.

- Father: when can you go home? I can not wait to welcome my child home.

- My mother: I do not intend to return to your house. After all the suffering you inflicted on me, and the way you made me leave your home?

- Father: I would like to apologize, and ask you to forget the past, because of this child. May his birth be for us a source of peace and reconciliation.

- My mother: Leave the child out of this. Did you forget that he was already in my belly, while you behaved as you did? I will not be able to feel at peace in that house where I have been so humiliated.

- Father: Good, I understand. I will not insist. Let me at least see him from time to time to take advantage of his presence too.

- My mother: No worries, it's your child. And I will not refuse to let you see him. You can see him whenever you want. But as far as I'm concerned, I will not come to your house.

It was on these words that the two parted and each took his way.

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