Ignorance Is Bliss

      By SIMISOLA SOWOLE©

       "The lord of Fire Works Ministry!!" My father shouted at the top of his voice as he sprinkled holy water on my leg. "Fire! Fire! My God of Fire Works will hear my cry today!" He added as he ran to dip the handkerchief given to him in church inside the bowl of water. I groaned in pain as he rubbed my leg. "Daddy hospital!! " I cried. "No Doctor is like Doctor Jesus." He informed. My leg was really bad. My long skirt dragged on the floor as i limped to the room to rest. The situation wasnt getting better. I'm that girl whose hair hasn't been permed, wears a drab skirt that is like a grandma's. Never had a boyfriend. Wears long sleeve shirts. Never had a face beat or the slightest idea how a brow is drawn. I switched on my phone and wished I could take a picture of myself but it had no camera. In pain I slept off.
    The next day I could hear a neighbor advise my father to take me to the hospital. I looked at my leg and screamed. It was times two it's size. It was really heavy. "I have called Evangelist Dike he is coming with the prayer warriors. " My dad informed. Sadly I wished he was enlightened. I wished I didn't feel so much pain. My leg had been contaminated badly. They began their prayers and the pastor couldn't stop shaking my head. He pushed me fiercely and began speaking in tongues. I could feel my spirit departing slowly. My breathing was rasp. My eyes shut immediately. I started a journey to the underworld.