EJIMA
The woman nodded, “Tell me, Ejima, does this look like a coincidence?”
Ejima swallowed as she stared at the choirs of eyes that were staring back at her. It was almost impossible to think that those little children that could barely make a sound, were now standing on their feet with no support. Who could guess that this day would come? Who could have guessed that dropping those baskets into the water would save lives?
“This is the finger of the creator,” Ejima whispered, unable to find words.
“It sure is, Ejima, and by the way, my name is Ngozi." The smile broadens, "we've waited so long for this day. We have waited to give you her blessing and her gift.”
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