Ahita: The Curse is Broken — A Poem
This week, I was reminded of the power of hope in God. However long the challenges you face, God remains faithful to hear your prayers, heal your heart and give you deep peace.
I want to share a poem from my book Even in the Well to encourage you to keep believing.
It’s my adaptation of the story of the unnamed woman with the issue of blood in Luke 8:43-48. I call her Ahita.

Your tears will not run forever. God knows your hurt, feels your pain and will calm the storm. May faith bring you to the side of victory against all odds against you.
Ahita: The Curse is Broken — A Poem
Across the beautiful landscape sits a small cottage; Two dogs running round the basement and Children seen playing on The turf in the front yard. The door that leads to the Victorian House looks old, the Knob hanging in the Air, Dirty and dusty windows mark everywhere and A woman sits quietly in a Tiny, rusty chair at the front entrance. Her face pale as she overlooks The serene sight, But nothing to behold about her. The busy children pay no attention To her, Crossing mothers barely stopped to say Hello. Her husband left two years ago, I bet he had enough; Who would bear the stench and sight of Blood everywhere, for she has been diseased for that long and bore no child. Doctors said her womb was ruptured, Some said it was an infection, but All believed she was cursed. Poor Ahita, O! Poor Ahita! Once rich, Now can barely feed. Who cares about food when All you do is bleed! Poor Ahita! No son, no daughter, No husband; She runs it with two dogs, a pain-stricken body and a Broken heart. If death was around the corner Ahita would have embraced it. But death, even death has stayed away from her, Lest it too be cursed. Who says death is not afraid of Death! But she knew, Ahita knew someday She would be new. Twelve years had passed and Though her face looked Pale, Her faith never waned, Though her days seemed Grey, Her name never changed; for she was Called Ahita, because she had many Reasons to keep Hope alive. And her hope did come alive one day; For the Master took His journey Into town, And she heard of His good Heart He was a keen man, never Denying a sick child. Poor Ahita had reasons to retire to Fate; She had seen many doctors But she knew He was no such, for She thought; "If only I could but Touch His cloak, I Would be made whole" With no neighbours to help, Ahita Made her way to the scene and found Many a crowd, So many she couldn't count But her faith didn't fade. She pushed, forged, begged to pass but never Stopped, for she knew "If only I could touch the hem of the Master's Cloak, I will be whole" She did touch, the crowd never saw but The Master knew it all. Oh, how amazing the touch of Faith! Oh, what wonders to be seen amidst A multitude! The fountain of blood Dried up and Ahita cried, but this time She cried for joy. The curse of Ahita is Broken by the power of the Master, and she owed no man a Dime any longer. Ahita crawled to the scene, but now she Could run to the fields. The Master was not done with Her, for none had ever 'stolen' virtue From him... and for that he asked "Who touched me?" Amidst His sullen friends, she humbly Came and knelt as His feet, "My name is Ahita, for I had Been cursed for twelve years", she said with Her head bowed. The Master couldn't resist; who Can resist so great a Faith! With a cloud of tears in His eyes that Wouldn't fall and A smile on His face, the Master Placed His hand on her shoulder and affirmed, "Go home my daughter, the Curse of Ahita is broken. Be whole again."
However long you have been waiting and trusting God for your miracle, be encouraged by the promise that He’s never late. He will do all things well in your life — Mark 7:37
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About Joseph Iregbu
From a homeless, near-school-dropout to living a story worth telling. Purpose is my passion. What's your story?