Henry

He tells this story better…but I will give it a try.

Henry and I had a routine, prayer and fasting, every Tuesday. We would fast all day and meet at 5pm to pray together for a while and then break our fast together. One Tuesday, I closed from work and got a call from my sales lady about the need to restock my petty business for the next day. I went about doing the needful for the business and ran really late for our prayer time.

Henry waited for about 30 minutes. He said he had had a very tasking day and was really tired and hungry.

He told me later; “I assumed you wouldn’t be back on time and so I was happy to rush a quick prayer and dive into my dinner”.

Well, unfortunately for his flesh and hunger that day, I drove into the house just when he was about to take his first bite.

He reluctantly left the food and we prayed together for a little bit and then we ate.

We laugh about that day to this day. That was about eighteen years ago.

Today, I’m thinking a lot about him and the times we shared, the talking, encouragement and lots more. Henry is my cousin, but he is also my friend. I call him brother. He is also my pastor, not just because he pastors a church of his own but he sure does know how to guide me spiritually when I need him.

I’m thinking about him because it’s his birthday, I thought I should share one of our many stories together…

Happy birthday Henry Terna Ayede…brother, friend, pastor.