I once asked if Elesi was a witch or a sorceress. I asked because, in my narrow-mindedness, I could not understand how someone so “limited” could possess such “limitless” insights.
I couldn’t fathom how a woman who struggled to bathe herself could “see” the intentions of a stranger or “know” things that happened miles away.
I have come to realise that it wasn’t dark magic at all – it was simply a spirit that was more finely tuned to the world than my own.
Her “extraordinary feats” were not sorcery; they were the triumphs of a soul that refused to be imprisoned by a broken body.
The bitterness I once carried toward God has slowly begun to dissolve. I used to look at the men who walked away from me and blame Elesi for my loneliness.
Today, I see it differently. My sister acted as a divine filter. She weeded out the men who lacked the depth, the empathy, and the strength to handle the beautiful complexities of life.
She didn’t “fight” my marriage; she protected my future from those who were never truly worthy of it.
I no longer wish for a “normal” sister to gist with. Instead, I treasure the stories she tells me when I return from work – those “fillas” that I once doubted but now wait for with a smile.
We may not talk about fashion or boyfriends in the traditional way, but we talk about life, faith, and the simple joy of a Methodist hymn sung at the top of one’s lungs.
Living with the odds hasn’t been easy. It has been exhausting, late-to-work, heart-wrenching, and messy. But it has also been an invitation to see the miraculous in the mundane.
Elesi is not my liability; she is my greatest teacher. She taught me that “overcoming” isn’t a one-time event – it is a daily choice to sing even when your voice is shrill and the world is out of tune.
As I watch her tune her radio to her favourite presenters, I am no longer afraid to ask her who she wants to meet. Because now, I am ready to do whatever it takes to make it happen.
She is the only sister I have, and for the first time in my life, I can truly say that she is more than enough.
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By Oyaba Mensah (Actress and HR Executive)
SOURCE: DisabilityNewsGH.com
