My parents are visually-impaired – blind in both eyes. They lost their sight as infants. My father lost his sight to measles. My Mum suffered the similar fate. Measles wrought a lot of havoc those days!
My father, a gifted man, become a professional teacher in 1984, after graduating from the Presbyterian Training College, Akropong.
During his days as a student, whenever he was on vacation, he would go to communities and persuade parents of children with disability to allow their children to seek education or learn a vocation, debunking the claim that they were liabilities with all the informed assertiveness he could muster.
It was on one of these visitations in 1983 that he met my Mum, an enterprising, multi-talented, smooth-skinned, sweet-sounding young lady.
After convincing her – and getting the consent of her parents – to train as a weaver at the Rehabilitation Centre for Persons with Disability in Bolga, they fell DEEPLY in love. Needless to say they got married two years later in 1985.
When as a gainfully employed man, my father chose to marry a visually-impaired lady instead of a sighted one, many wondered how they were going to survive as a couple. “Why not marry a woman who can see to help you?” Many quizzed.
Well, it’s been 37 years. And they’re stronger together. They still enjoy each other’s company very much. They still cannot eat anything without first sharing it between them.
They still have those lovers’ tiffs. But whatever happens, my Mum will serve him his breakfast. And whether he is angry, has an
appetite or not, he will eat his wife’s food to the last morsel.
As the second born and first male of five children -two boys and three girls – I feel burdened that even at almost 34, I am unable give them the life of considerable comfort that I have always desired, and worked for.
I had hoped to earn a degree from Oxford by 30 and be a renowned academic and author! That remains a dream.
So it is disconcerting for me that even though I do my best possible, (or so I think) I sometimes struggle to provide even what may be considered essential to their having a really comfortable life.
But hey, they’re content and full of praise for me. They know I am doing my very best possible. All they desired of me was to marry and give them a grandchild. And by grace, I have delivered on that – fully married with a Martin Luther King jr as a son. 😊😀
So for the first time, I have taken them out so we can ‘chill massively’ in celebration of their 37th marriage anniversary.
I have taken them out so we can just chitchat, eat, drink and laugh out loud. And certainly pray for more grace and favour.
I am exceedingly proud of my parents, and eternally grateful to God for how far He has brought them. Their marriage is undoubtedly a pacesetting marriage.
Kindly say a prayer for Mr John Asakinaba and Mrs Faustina Asakinaba. They are proof that disability is not inability and that love conquers all.
May God lift us to higher heights for the sake of our parents. Amen!🙏🏾
Source: Emmanuel Asakinaba
Wow beautiful story