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KAYODE – Final Saga (Story of the Autistic Child) by Omolara Jegede

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By Omolara Jegede

The August visitor was Aunty Bola my mum’s elder sister’s daughter. It was her norms to visit us whenever her school gave them long vacation, she would come to assist my mother with family chores.


Aunty Bola’s visit was a rare one , She was in her third year in the university then as she came in to
our house with her bag I saw fire in her eyes, yes fire,quite strange isn’t it?

The normal Aunty Bola I knew appeared to be transfigured with an higher or extra power (dunamis).

I began to weep profusely as soon as she came in,I didn’t understand why I was crying myself but I knew something was unusual about her.

“Welcome Bola, how was your journey and how is studies?” my mum said with a bored smile.

“I am fine aunty, how is your health now?” she responded.

“Better, thanks for coming around you don’t know how much this means to me”.my mum replied with a weak face.

“My Kayode” She opened up her arms to embrace me

“grin! grin!! I felt a shock across my spine I felt so lighter I guess that was the first step to my deliverance”.

Aunty Bola had encountered Jesus in her second semester 200l since then she didn’t come to our house but this her coming was like the coming of a lion.

Every day and night I noticed aunty Bola muttering words like prayers for my mum and I. I stared with smile as tantrums flow all over my cloth, she showed me love, she sang for me , carried me, unlike my father, neighbours I felt love from someone else aside my mother.
I always thought God hated me for permitting me to. look like this or I was accursed. Aunty Bola made me realise I was loved irrespective of how I look like.
So many times she would bring out papers and give me pencils to write anything, writing became difficult cos I was never schooled I began to draw effortlessly to express my intention.
I could draw virtually every diagram you can think of but I was still throwing tantrums . ..

One beautiful night Aunty Bola slept off

“Dear Lord,visit my aunty on her sick bed open her eyes to her inheritance,quicken her and open her eyes to know that in her identity lies the victory of Kayode” Aunty Bola always mutter that line of prayer for my mum.

She had a dream,

“Bola, Look at this” The angel of God told Bola

She saw her aunty(my mother) tied to a pillar with chains and shackles amidst tears and sweat her aunty was so bent on releasing herself but why my aunty was tied yet the agony if her child filled her heart. She needed to be free so as to set Kayode free.
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The angel pointed forward to where Kayode was lying aimlessly his case in the spiritual realm was more critical than in the physical. I was about running to release Kayode, I heard a powerful voice from behind.

“Don’t loose him” The angel said.

“But why my angel” Bola responded.

“The devil will keep tormenting him the only destined saviour that can deliver Kayode his is mother” The angel responded.

“Why his mother, the bible says he that the son sets or make free is free indeed why” Bola answered restlessly.

” She is the real target the devil intends to frustrate. Thereby tormenting her with the boy she is the only one that can stand up with holy anger to save this child. Kayode can receive divine intervention but he needs (his mother) to fight the battle”The angel responded.

“Angel why then did you send me here to spend this vacation with them if my quota isn’t needed”

“You are needed the mother’s health restoration is tied to your destiny, she will be healed and saved from your birthing in the place of prayer.”

“Hmmmn, I will keep interceding till the victory be visible” Bola answered.

The dream ended Aunty Bola stood up from her bed she paced around the room and after so much pacing she began to pray again. Indeed she was a war woman.

My mother’s health was restored she had met the saviour during her stay bedridden period.
She came back stronger and more tougher.

Few weeks later,

She saddled me behind the back of her car, she packed some food stuffs and drove out of the compound.

We travelled for over three hours and forty minutes the car came to a static position.

My mother alighted from the car to pick me up from the back seat of the car, she also packed the foodstuffs. She mounted the mountain with pains and sweat with me and the food.

“Lord, I had seen you and your mightiness in my dream last night come and prove it here and now” my mum wept as she called on God to intervene in my case.

The whole atmosphere changed, the clouds became heavy with darkness as if it was going to rain heavily.My mum closed her eyes as she pleaded I was the only one witnessing the whole drama.

I saw a strange hand on me I vibrated for about ten minutes unconsciously later on I opened my eyes everywhere was crystal clear again, my mother was still talking with God.

I was about distracting my mother by calling her “Baaa Baaa” the way I had always called her since birth but to my amazement.

“Mummy” I called out.

She opened one eyes to be sure it was not me that just called upon her.

“Kayode, Did you call me now” My mother ran towards me
I nodded like an agama lizard, it must have been a mistake.

“Say that again Kayodemi” she pleaded.

“Mummy” This time I exclaimed I was too excited that I had called mummy that I began to jump up from one end of the mountain to another.

“Kayode did you just stand by yourself and jump”
My mother was amidst tears indeed this God is true.

God of awesome wonders that’s his name…….
The duo thanked God for the miracles.

Kayode was enrolled into school his academic performance wowed his mother. God is at work

Years later,
Kayode had a foundation for the physically challenged(children with special need) a home of comfort. God grace was on him he became a healing evangelist. Kayode’s father showed up to claim his son and live with him

Here is the question readers: If you were Kayode would you forgive your father for neglecting you all through the years?

Use the comments section please.


Love the autistic child, they are special. We need them around to make the world colourful.


May the Lord heal them and restore their health.

Thanks for reading, You are loved kpa!

#Kayode
#Dexterity

Just Believe

I Believe

Lady Omolara T. J

KAYODE – The Story of an Autistic Child (Series One) – Dexterity

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By Omolara Jegede

The Oladeles had been married for five years with no child. They had gone through every medical treatment, herbal means, physical means yet all proved abortive.

They got exhausted of trying until a faithful day God himself blessed the couple with a baby.

“Dear, guess what?” Mrs Oladele queried her husband during their dinner.

“Hmmmn, you know am not so good at guess games” He replied.

“See this” she stretched forth her hands towards him to see the result of the test from their family doctor.

“What is this again? you and surprises” he smiled as he unwrapped the result.

“Wow! This is enormous it calls for celebration babe” Mr. Oladele lifted his wife up like a brand new baby he was so elated.

“Awnnn, Let’s thank God for remembering us this season”she responded.



During her pregnancy period (antenatal) her husband pampered, coddle her till her delivery day.

Theirs is what you could call a lovey dovey something smiles! butterflies in my belly right now.


keep reading


Nine months later,


I am Kayode Oladele (bring goodness along) that’s the name my parents gave to me but did I really bring goodness to my parents.

On the day of my welcoming ceremony to the world I was shown so much love by everyone, family, friends and well wishers came to celebrate my parents on my arrival.

Weeks later my father got promoted at his work place indeed the name Kayode was working for me and my family we became financially transformed until I got to age five.

My parents discovered I had autism after my fifth birthday.



My mother became worried sick about my health ordeal.

“Dear,There’s something I would like to discuss with you about Kayode” my mum

“Alright! I am all ears” my dad responded

“I feel bad whenever I see our neighbour’s children playing with Kayode and he isn’t responding normally as every other child I am so bothered, I see the hatred and weird looks on the faces of the other children the more reason why I stopped him from playing outside”she said looking downcast

“Woman, I think I once told you that boy isn’t my son you better take him to his father” he hissed as he stared complaisantly at his newspaper.

“Haaaa, So you mean I brought to your house a bastard!” She exclaimed in tears.

“Yes, this is even more than a bastard last I checked my family’s gene no autistic child is in my family we are all healthy. Maybe in your family lineage you have imebecile and physically challenged children there” Mr. Oladele said with discontentment.



Kayode sat aimlessly he could detect a problem but his condition was too worse to do anything, his arms were tiny, tantrums travelled from his mouth to his shoulders.

His mother picked him up to his room as she took him inside all that came to her mind was this(someday he will Kayode that is he will bring goodness to her heart) but how?

Days increased to weeks, weeks to month and months to year.


Kayode was seven he couldn’t speak well,walk well or think straight. All the doctors they visited said he was an autistic child and it was only God’s intervention that would make him whole.

One particular Sunday evening Mr.Oladele had invited his friends over to the house for dinner his wife was preparing the dinner she was too busy that she forgot Kayode was still in the sitting room. His father came in with his friends only to see Kayode with saliva flowing from his mouth this disgusted them.

They all managed to eat the dinner casting weird and pitiful glances on the Oladele’s at the state of their only child.

After the dinner,

Mr.Oladele saw his friends off to their cars
“Thanks for the dinner”Leke one of his friends said

“Don’t mention please” Mr.Oladele responded coldly

“Always take that your imbecile child inside that’s if you still want us to come to your house for dinner” Goke one of his bone straight friend said.

“I almost throw tantrums as I remembered the boy while eating that dinner, I think that boy isn’t your child” Ray added.

“That’s alright, thanks I have been hurt already don’t add to my wound” Mr. Oladele responded.

He returned back to his house with shades of anger

“Welcome dear” my mum

“What is welcoming in this house, you better go and kill that your God forsaken child he is a trans generational embarrassment” He vented ill words.

My mother began to lose weight and balance my health issue became a burden to her, She became sick as a result of this.



My father stopped coming home he left the big cozy apartment for myself and mother we later heard that he got married to another woman.

Everyday our neighbours made mockery of my mother.

“That one is a witch with a demon possessed child at her back” Iya Risi the pepper seller adjacent our house gossiped to her friends

“I heard her husband left her and the boy, what a poor man” Iya bisi replied.

“Who knows if the boy was their propitiation to wealth if you remember it was after the birth of the boy that they bought those cars and the man even got promoted at work, I am just connecting the dotted lines together anyways” Iya Orebe added.

“Na their problem be that, all that matters is how to sell all my pepper” Iya Risi concluded.

My mother was behind the pole she heard every of their gossip it was another backlash, She didn’t rest or display her discontentment before me.



I, Kayode knew that behind the smiles of my mother there were so many wounds and hurts. Often time I tried calling my mother it only sounded like I was a sheep doing the ‘baa baa ‘ sound.



Months later,

After my father’s departure from the house my mother was bedridden for two months. We had an august visitor

Something happened when the visitor came to our house.

Guess???



TO BE CONTINUED

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#Seriesone
#Dexterity

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Just Believe

I Believe

Lady Omolara T.J