Dry bones
Jummai woke up startled. She had just had a dream. In her dream she had been running alongside some people she recognized as her colleagues then suddenly, she fell but when she did her colleagues did not stop running so she became annoyed in the dream such that she stood up and raced after them. She overtook them in the dream and then she woke up.
Jummai was bothered about the dream,although she had been having problems with her co-workers at work, she never thought it would be as serious as to cause her nightmares. Later on in the day after telling her bosom friend who encouraged her to wave it that it was just her mind playing pranks on her, she felt relieved.
Two weeks later, while rushing to work, Jummai was caught up in a traffic jam which led to her arriving 30mins late to work. Her boss who had been pestering her for an affair didn’t waste time before handing her an indefinite suspension letter. To add insult to her injury, other colleagues including junior workers especially the oga’s secretary just laughed at her saying it served her right.
Jummai cried all the way home, now her fears had been confirmed. Where would she start from. All efforts made by Jummai’s friends to bring her out of her bad state proved abortive. But one day after much persuasion Jummai agreed to follow her friends to the beach. At the beach a young girl of about fifteen years handed Jummai a tract before walking away. It read “DRY BONES SHALL RISE AGAIN”. She read the content but didn’t really meditate on it, it was just a tract she thought.
She kept writing applications but was constantly turned down. One day she remembered her bible and was led to open it. Surprisingly as she opened, she opened to “whatsoever thy hand findeth to do, do it well”. She then started to think. She had learnt catering earlier on in school. So she returned to church and told them about her ideas they later gave her some money as capital and she started. Anytime she felt like quitting she would remember that Christ never promised us a smooth journey on earth so she forged on until one day she got a contract through the church to bake the cake & pastries to be served at a top notch wedding in the society.
At the wedding, the wife of the Governor who was in attendance liked her snacks and requested to meet her. After listening to her story, the middle aged woman who was after youth empowerment and encouraging entrepreneurship offered to sponsor her opening a big pastries supermarket. Jummai was overjoyed. Her old boss having heard the news apologised and recalled her, back to her job but she refused. She had already stepped up to an higher level. Dry bones surely can rise again.
Jummai was bothered about the dream,although she had been having problems with her co-workers at work, she never thought it would be as serious as to cause her nightmares. Later on in the day after telling her bosom friend who encouraged her to wave it that it was just her mind playing pranks on her, she felt relieved.
Two weeks later, while rushing to work, Jummai was caught up in a traffic jam which led to her arriving 30mins late to work. Her boss who had been pestering her for an affair didn’t waste time before handing her an indefinite suspension letter. To add insult to her injury, other colleagues including junior workers especially the oga’s secretary just laughed at her saying it served her right.
Jummai cried all the way home, now her fears had been confirmed. Where would she start from. All efforts made by Jummai’s friends to bring her out of her bad state proved abortive. But one day after much persuasion Jummai agreed to follow her friends to the beach. At the beach a young girl of about fifteen years handed Jummai a tract before walking away. It read “DRY BONES SHALL RISE AGAIN”. She read the content but didn’t really meditate on it, it was just a tract she thought.
She kept writing applications but was constantly turned down. One day she remembered her bible and was led to open it. Surprisingly as she opened, she opened to “whatsoever thy hand findeth to do, do it well”. She then started to think. She had learnt catering earlier on in school. So she returned to church and told them about her ideas they later gave her some money as capital and she started. Anytime she felt like quitting she would remember that Christ never promised us a smooth journey on earth so she forged on until one day she got a contract through the church to bake the cake & pastries to be served at a top notch wedding in the society.
At the wedding, the wife of the Governor who was in attendance liked her snacks and requested to meet her. After listening to her story, the middle aged woman who was after youth empowerment and encouraging entrepreneurship offered to sponsor her opening a big pastries supermarket. Jummai was overjoyed. Her old boss having heard the news apologised and recalled her, back to her job but she refused. She had already stepped up to an higher level. Dry bones surely can rise again.
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