The Power of Prayer

It is a Friday night.People are out having fun, enjoying themselves clubbing or whatever else they find interesting. Basically, they are having the time of their lives while I am here blogging (whoever says I have a sad life has a sad life). Blogging is quite fun actually so I am not complaining. Getting back to the topic. I know you may have heard, seen, read about or been preached about on the title this particular post. However, before you switch off or quit reading, this thing is actually true and I can attest to it. Recent events have caused me to wholly accept the power of prayer.

How do I now start? *putting on thinking hat*..... well, I guess I shall start chronologically. See, 3 or so months ago, my parents got me an ipod touch as a gift. A present that I can't say I deserved and neither had I asked them for it. They just deemed it fit to get me an ipod touch (and I am grateful to God for granting them that kind of wisdom). That evening, I remember very well my dear father's words as he handed over the ipod, very much untouched, in its case (and boy, do apple know how to package their products). He said

Kalya, Ukipoteza hii ipod wewe ni loan tu unanilipa

I know he meant it jokingly (yes, my father has a sense of humour-------> for those who know him as a stern man) but deep inside he meant that this was an important gift (not that other gifts are unimportant), that they had sacrificed to get me this gift and I was to take care of it very well. It was one of those gifts that I was meant to guard with my life (except in cases when a thief has a gun over my head and a knife on my backside) and that I did. I took really good care of it. I had it in my sight nearly all the time (of course except when I was sleeping coz then I had no other option) until yesterday, Thursday 4th October, 2012, when it seemingly went out of my sight and consequently out of my mind (ok the latter part is not true. I just wanted to sound High school-ish).
So this is what happened, I was in a hurry to get to school. I was running late for class. I remember taking the ipod with me but I didnt listen to it (something that occurs very rarely). I took breakfast, and since I was running really late, I decided to take a mat to school. So far, nothing unusual. So I found a classmate of mine also waiting for a matatu as well so we chatted away. Punde si punde, matatu ilifika and I spotted that Newspaper in the front seat of the mat and very fast I went to seat there so that I can at least get to read and be informed of what is going on in this our country. All was well, I alighted, paid my fare, went to class, concentrated, asked my share of questions in class and yea, there was nothing unusual. So after class I go to the student's centre and there is where my ipod usually comes in.
I reach into my pocket and I get that sinking feeling. Yes, I know you have got them numerous times. The ipod wasnt there. I dont know why, but for some reason, you find yourself checking deeper into the pocket, as if your pockets have their own pockets, or a secret tunnel. I was surprised not to find it there, but I managed to quell my fears that were rapidly bubbling up consoling myself that it wasnt lost but rather, in my hurry to leave school, I had left it in my room and my day continued as usual (only without my ipod).
Evening came and I went to my room. Kwanza, I went relatively early coz I wanted to practice my guitar (yes, I try to play the guitar). I take out my key, open the door and I find my study table absolutely empty and that is when the fears came rushing back. I threw my bag to my bed (fighting the temptation to use king-sized) and started searching for it. Nothing. Now this is the time you start searching in places you never even knew existed and places that even I found laughing at myself for looking (like my cologne box). Nevertheless, despite my radiant efforts, I yielded nothing and that is when fear turned to despair and frustration. I thought of every place I had been to the whole day but I just couldnt remember where I last had my ipod but I remembered leaving with it from my room. For one reason or the other, I coulldnt remember who I had sat with during breakfast. Then my mind went to the matatu ride I had taken and boy I was finished. I mean, that wasnt my first time to have lost something in a matatu. I was now scared, gutted, frustrated, despaired. I think my face had paled (and the way I am dark. Yes, tall, dark and handsome.....ok ok stop objecting....dark and handsome).
I thought to myself "Surely Apple must have a tracking system of sorts, with all their quality control and the like, they must have one" and very fast, everything else I had planned for the evening was put on hold and online I went and that is when my frustration and emotions that I had kept within me turned to anger. How can a whole company like Apple fail to have a tracking system. I know they are annoying. What with their no sharing of songs, having a camera without a flash nor a zoom, I mean, which camera these days has no zoom? This time however they had gone too far. Yaani Apple do not have a tracking device. I was so pissed and at the same time so so disheartened. The only thing(s) I could think of was turning to God and I remember asking God to show his face and power. That whoever had that ipod could just get touched and return it. I tell you the praying I did was immense. That was when my faith was tested. I mean how many people who lose their things get them back? But I still prayed and I went to bed.
This morning I woke up with the hope of hearing it ring but 7 am came and went and then I heard it. I could swear I heard it but it was only my mind playing tricks on me. I prepared myself and went to school. That first class I can't say that I concentrated. My mind kept going back to that ipod and how I was going to inform my parents that I had lost my ipod. I still kept on praying silently for the return of my ipod. Then after class this classmate of mine comes and asks me. "Kalya nisaidie na ipod yako" And am like "eeeh sina". She then goes ahead and rummages through her handbag (these ladies handbags these days. The could be carrying children for all we know!) as she says "Utawacha kua careless" as she removes the *drumroll* ipod. I swear this song went through my mind

I was so relieved and I believe I should say that I will be forever be indebted to on Caroline Mutiso well until I take her to Sankara for lunch or dinner, yea we have got that settled. Forever indebted it is. But I was so grateful to God. If that is not an answered prayer, I dont know what is then.
However, in spite of all the pain and emotional distress I went through, I learnt a very valuable lesson. If just an ipod, a material thing can shake me to the very core of my emotions when I lose it or misplace it, how much more pain and torture and despair will I feel when the people I love are taken away from me? And will people feel despair when I am taken away from them? In that light, we should not take the ones who love us and the ones we love for granted. Love them with your all  and give them your all lest the Lord decides to take them away from you.Fight for that love. Listen to this song

Even I am surprised by my level of deepness or is it depth