I managed to pull what was left of me out of my hut; I had lost all my money to physicians who claimed they could cure me from my flow of blood which has lasted for twelve years.
I knew was going to be thrown out of every stall I visit because of my smell but I know someone would get so disgusted that they will throw their food in their mouth away; that will be my food for the day as usual.
After several people had pushed me out of their market stalls, I finally met a fine young lady that was eating bread and akara; I hovered around her begging her for alms. She was so disgusted by the offensive smell of my body that she could not swallow any more of the food she was eating. She threw it away and threw a twenty naira note at me and walked away. Today was definitely one of the best days of my life.
While I was eating the bread and akara, two girls were talking about Jesus and how he has been healing people. I had heard a lot about him but had not taken much interest in him.
They said he was on his way to the market that morning and could not wait to take selfies and post his miracles online.
They laughed and screamed as they counted the likes they would get on facebook.
At that moment I felt I was struck by thunderbolt, I made up my mind I would touch him at all cost.
It wasn’t long before I heard people shouting JESUS OF NAZARETH.
I raced to the junction and saw him in the midst of his disciples with people thronging towards him.
I tied my blood coated rapper and I ran with all my might. My smell made people give way for me and some pushed me away.
After pushing through the crowd for over thirty minutes relentlessly, I finally touched the hem of his garment. Immediately my blood dried up.
Jesus turned quickly and asked “who touched me?” everyone denied and peter replied “master, all this people have been trying to touch you, so it is possible one of them did”.
I know somebody touched me, for I perceived power going out from me” Jesus replied.
Out of fear, I lifted up my voice and cried. I told them the entire story and Jesus dried my face with his hands and ordered that I should be given new clothes and told Judas Iscariot who was in charge of the money to give me any amount I want.
He turned back to me and said “my child be of good cheer, your faith has made you well”.
Now, people have been coming to my house to take selfies with me even journalists have refused to let me be. I can boldly say that grace healed me.