PEMISIRE (Part 1 & 2) – OPEYEMI OJERINDE AKINTUNDE

PART 17 PÈMÍSÍRE”
©️Opeyemi O. Akintunde

“I hide my best treasures in unlikely vessels” I kept hearing the echo of those words as I felt Pemisire tapping me from sleep…

“Mama…Pee…pee…” Pemisire said…

From sleep, I wondered why He was calling me as regards using the restroom. I had trained him on helping himself…

“Pemisire. That is the restroom” I said pointing to the visible toilet

“Mama… pa..in, mmyyy bod…y is pain” Pemisire slurred and instant understanding hit me. He was having body pains. I wished I had killed the fake pastor who made my son go through pain…

“I am sorry Pemisire, I am sorry I  let  you go through the torture you went through..”

“I.. am sorry Ma..ma… I wi..Sh I wassss a fine b…o..y” Pemisire said with tears flowing down his face…

I paused in disbelief that my son knew what his problem was and then the dream came back to my memory…

“Pemisire, you are perfect just the way you are, God hid his best treasure in an unlikely vessel… God created you this way because he didn’t want people to know and steal the greatness you carried… Jesus had to be born in a manger so Herod wouldn’t find him and kill him. If Jesus had been born in the hospital, Herod could have found out the location. Pemisire, in the past I thought you were God’s mistake but now I know God hid a gem in a deformed body… Come over here…” I said, I was bubbling with excitement. Mrs Ayomide had told me to find out Why God made my son the way he was and even without me praying about it, I had seen the vision…

I helped Pemisire to the standing mirror in the room and I corrected my first error…

“Pemisire… this body, this face, this look does not describe you, this is just an ordinary container, Pemisire is the boy on the inside, You are a fine handsome boy…”

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As mama was saying those words… A transformation was going on in the mirror I was staring at. I saw the deformed looking baby cub. As the Lioness stood behind him and was charging the baby cub, the baby cub began to see a different Him, the deformity disappeared, the baby cub saw a handsome looking cub and for the first time, the baby cub smiled…

“I a..am…. a F..ine boy Mama” I said with confidence and excitement as tears rolled down my face

“Yes you are…”

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“Pemisire..is a.. Fine ..boy..like Victor…Like… Joshua.. Like Seun, Like Emeka…” I heard Pemisire say in excitement about himself.

That was shocking.. Pemisire was mentioning the names of the children of our neighbours. I never would have thought he knew their names and to think that he wanted to look like them pierced my heart…

“No Pemisire, don’t compare yourself with them, you look handsome in your own way, because you are unique.” I said…

“You are special, You are Unique, You are God’s special design and I count it a great privilege to be your mother… Pemisire you are not God’s mistake, You are God’s masterpiece, You are God’s mystery hidden in an unlikely body… Now let’s play a game…” I said intending to replicate the pot vision in a way he could understand what God had revealed to me but surprisingly Pemisire’s eyes lit up…

“Mama… game… me…. like… Victor…Me … game… like Emeka…” he kept saying “Me” like he never saw himself like a human who could play games. Tears flowed down my eyes,  I was also to be blamed because for almost 6 years of Pemisire’s life I never played with him, I never had fun with him, I pitied him rather than love or befriend him…

I watched as he jumped despite the body pain… He was shouting in excitement though in a slurry way and saliva was splattering everywhere… I saw Pemisire happiness for the first time and I saw him for who he really was…

“He was a human too, regardless of how he looked!”

Mrs Ayomide must have heard his voice, she rushed into the room, and when she saw the way he was jumping up and down in excitement she said..,

“He is happy…Why? He prefers this place?”

“He is happy I told him I wanted to play a game with him… and that would be the first time everrrrrr….” I broke down in tears as I said those words…

PART 18 PÈMÍSÍRE”
©️Opeyemi O. Akintunde

I picked up three shoes from the visitor’s room, and I asked my son to close his eyes. I hid our house key under the worse looking shoe. Afterwards, I told my son to open his eyes and pick the one with the house key. Pemisire giggled with joy. He went around the shoe and finally, he picked the worse looking shoe…

I asked him why and he replied…

“G…o..d hides… treasu…re in UN…likely vesse…lllllsssss” He slurred and I froze. How did he get that! I had only told him that quote just a few minutes earlier and instantly he understood. Mrs Ayomide was shocked likewise. Pemisire kept his smile…

“Mama… g..ameeee” Pemisire slurred

I really didn’t have any game to play with him.

“You can teach him Ludo..” MRS Ayomide said… Ludo was a game in which players move counters round a board according to throws of a dice. I felt it was too complex for him.

“You might be surprised!” It seemed Mrs Ayomide noticed my reservation… MRS Ayomide didn’t wait for my approval, she brought the game out and said…

“Pemisire I know you will like this game, David likes it as well. You only have to watch and learn…” Mrs Ayomide said excitedly Mrs Ayomide called on her son and together they played Ludo. Pemisire watched with utmost attention as he bounced continuously on the chair. He was tapping his fingers on his right leg as well. Silently I observed wondering what he was up to…

After the first round of Ludo, Pemisire indicated he wanted to play the game.

“Pemisire, relax… you should study how the game works a few more times,” I said

Pemisire shook his head in the negative. Ordinarily, I would have shouted at him and be very assertive about him doing exactly what I wanted him to do, but I decided to exercise a bit of patience with him…

Pemisire beat Mrs Ayomide, David and I, three times each. I watched in amazement the wonder child who looked like a rotten deformed yam.

At that point I knew, PEMISIRE had to go to School….

But little did I know that not all trees could grow on mountains…

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