Her head hung unsupported from a sitting position in a donkey-drawn cart in this remote village close to the border with Niger Republic. Although it was an emergency, the cart was the only available means of getting badly-needed help. There was neither an indication she was going to make it to the nearest clinic many kilometers away, nor that the clinic was even in any position to be of help. Faced with such dilemma, a few of the villagers could only look on, as others continued with their lives.

?When my father and my mother forsake me, then the Lord will take me up.? ? Psalm 27: 10 (KJV)

He is the hope of the hopeless.
Let the Son shine in your heart daily.

By, Nosa Owens-Ibie,
Tuesday, August 02, 2005.

Emailed Thursday, May 04, 2006