When I Won After I Gave Up. - Ugochi Oritsejolomisan
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When I Won After I Gave Up.

When I Won After I Gave Up.

There was nothing unusual about this night, I had my regular clients and I did quite well with business. I was very excited because I could now take better care of the tiny extra mouth I had just brought forth, it was not easy because I was still sore from it.
I wish I could find something better paying and more respectful to do but I feel like I am stuck with this, I know no other trade and I think it is a bit too late to even make any attempt. This has become my normal and change for me right now looks irrational.
After I had my shower and put my little one to sleep, I had little or no energy to think any further. In spite of my roommate’s newborn’s cry I dozed off very deep into sleep and I must say my mind went blank, I guess my subconscious was tired too.

Then It Happened.
In the early hours of the morning I stirred and jumped up when I realized I had not woken up at the usual time to feed my baby. I must have been unusually tired, I felt a bit guilty as I picked up my son surprised that he slept through without waking me up with his usual cry for food. He seemed to be in very deep sleep because all my efforts to rouse him with my nipple to his lips proved abortive.
After so much more efforts I began to panic! My eyes ran over him from head to toe and my heart started beating faster than I could ever remember. I jumped up brought up the lamp flame to its fullest and one good look into the child’s face told me two things, he is not mine… and he is not alive!

I screamed and went over to my roommate’s bed in hurried stumbling steps. When I shook her awake she looked at me angry that I disturbed her sleep. I told her my experience and thoughts and asked her what had happened. She said she didn’t know what happened and claimed that she and her son had slept through the night. I insisted the child I had was not mine and I wanted to have a good look at the child she was with. She would not let me and she raised her voice and accused me of accusing her innocently, she refused to listen to my pleas to let me look at the child and threatened to take me to the king’s court if I insisted the living child was mine and the dead child hers. How could I claim a child that is not mine?

Worse still how could I accept a dead child that is not mine when I see my child alive? Click To Tweet

Now Before The King.
So to the king’s court we went even though I trembled for fear that my story would not be believed, and I wondered if we were even going to be listened to considering our occupation. But I was not going to just give up my child without a fight. Thankfully the king would hear us. When we were brought to him and he asked us to speak, we ended up in back and forth arguments. The king called for a sword and asked that the child be divided between us and just then I thought my heart had stopped, when they held up the child I saw my son.

I went on my knees and begged for my son’s life to be spared. Click To Tweet

I would rather let her have him than watch him die. I broke down in uncontrollable tears as I felt like my stomach and its contents were about to gush out of me. My body suddenly felt too heavy for my knees and I thought I was about to die.
I told the king to let her have him, I was hopeful that at least I would get to see him someday and probably his features would reveal who his mother truly is.

Just as these thoughts were crowding my mind I heard the king say that because I wanted him alive, while she wanted him dead he was sure the boy is mine. And then I heard him ask them to give the child to me….
Those to me were the most beautiful words I had heard that day. My mistaken giving up of my child and taking another battle position had helped me win…

Culled from the story of the two harlots in 1 Kings 3:16-27

Have you ever been in a battle where your sudden change from a particular strategy won you the victory?Has there ever been a time when playing the loser or fool was your ticket to victory?

Update from 2013

Ugochi Oritsejolomisan

Ugochi Oritsejolomisan is a mentor, encourager and influencer. She writes to inspire you to live a full life. Ugochi lives in Canada with her husband Benson and their children; Joshua, Joseph and Josiah.

  • Cheryl Smith
    Posted at 09:15h, 16 November

    You have such an amazing ability of making the reader feel they are in the role of the person in the story. God has blessed you with an incredible gift…thank you ever so much for sharing it with us here. 😉

    • Ugochi Oritsejolomisan
      Posted at 15:21h, 17 November

      Praise be to God! Thanks a lot sis!
      I appreciate your comments.

  • vicky
    Posted at 10:56h, 14 November

    awesome post. i’ve been doing this a lot too…turning bible stories into stories and plays but have not yet put it up on the blog. I pray God helps us know when to change strategies in such difficult situations.

    I nominated you for the gratitude challenge. visit http://kambishares.blogspot.com.ng/2015/11/gratitude-challenge.html to view the rules.

    • Ugochi Oritsejolomisan
      Posted at 15:23h, 17 November

      Amen! Praise God sis!
      I was aways for a conference hence the late reply. Thanks a lot for the nomination.

  • Debby Dyk
    Posted at 16:23h, 12 November

    this is very good

    • Gilbert Machira
      Posted at 10:05h, 14 November

      Woow Ms. Ugochi. That was powerful. i like the way you place the story… As i read, i was relating it with the one i hv read in the Bible and kept wondering, are you the woman i have heard of? The context is so great.