THE WHISPER
The nurse whispered into my ears; “Good morning, Lena, the God of Prophet T.B. Joshua said, Good Morning and He loves you.” Those were the whisper and words that brought me back to consciousness. I had fallen down from the fourth floor of the apartment I stayed in Malta and had been rushed to the hospital where I was wheeled straight into the ICU of Mater Dei Hospital. The nurse on my bedside had been on the phone with my father, who after their conversation had instructed her to whisper those words into my ears. WHAT THE DOCTOR SAID Tired, weak and confused, I…