This is a very personal post…not only is it true but emotional for me.
So here it goes…I lost my dad exactly four years and just over two months ago, and my family and I have been battling court cases instigated by my late dad’s own biological brother, his elder brother to be exact. When I say biological, it is deep…they have the same parents.
My dad was a strong pillar in the family. He understood his role and by the grace of God executed it pretty well. He loved his family and made sure that everyone was well catered for to the best of his ability.
Here is some context. My dad was one of eight children who lost their father when he was only seven years old. He was taken in and educated by the mercy of missionaries. He once told us a story of how he stayed at home for some time due to no school fees. Then a visiting priest came by to see my grandmother with an offer to front her children for the missionaries to enroll in school and that is how his journey was reborn.
My dad fought for justice, plain clear justice. He did not entertain any unfairness or inequality. I believe that he served his purpose on earth. During my dad’s lifetime, I saw my uncle as my dad’s brother in all ways. He came to visit, always an early bird for all occasions. Mom actually says he was always the first to visit us in hospital as newborns.
Fast forward to dad’s death and the claws came out!!! It began with an instruction that upon his death be buried next to my dad (taking note that this is purely private land), to attempting to steal property by coming up with forged documentation and claiming it was authored by my late dad. I have watched my uncle insult my mother. I saw her cringe and sink. I have seen him question her authority and reduce her to nothing by his own tongue.
I witnessed my mother put her head down and almost succumb…I saw her heart break in her eyes. I saw her crumble in her simplicity and get on her knees. I watched my mother sit among her own enemies. I did not know that it would get to this at all. She lost appetite, sleep and the weight too dropped down. Nothing was staying in place. I could see that she was distraught and she once told me that life was slipping away. I saw her loose her purpose for life every day.
On the other hand, my uncle and his accomplishes flourished in their victory. I watched him order the confiscation of machines as we carried out work on the farm, putting to hold a very costly and necessary activity. We had to drive over to prove ourselves over my own dad’s property. It was disheartening to say the least.
Fast forward to a year later and the day after we had reported to the police station when my uncle stormed our houses and broke in. Together with his accomplices, destroyed everything that my dad worked and toiled so hard for, they took away items whose value they could never and will never know. Painfully that we will never see again. They ended their mission by sealing off our house completely. We were locked out of our own home.
I kept asking myself why God let this happen. Why he allowed my dad to die and for us to go through all this pain. I asked him numerous times that if he honestly said in the word that he would protect the orphans and the children, they why has God forgotten us?
I dreaded the court dates and having to tell my mother about them. It would involve her packing up a bag and sitting in court. We constantly prayed the holy rosary and all other Roman Catholic prayers. We sought intercession of the saints and the protection of God.
Then it happened one day when I least expected it. On one of the occasions in court, I saw my mom rise up and stand up for herself like the woman that I know. The one who raised me and encouraged me through life’s challenges, hills and mountains. I looked into the eyes of the woman that I admire.
I have come to the realization that God allowed this to happen in order to expose the real characters of those around us. The truth is that sometimes God allows things to happen for the better of those who deserve it.
This does not mean that God loves my uncle or the rest of his accomplices any less, but it is simply meant to teach us that whenever you think God is out of a situation, he is actually looking out for you. He did protect my mom, siblings and i….just in another way, a wholesome way💕💕💕
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