A Triumphant Homecoming

Diacko was a handsome baby. In fact, the other villagers would often stop his mother, Youma, while they were out to tell her how good looking her little boy was. Then, when he was about 3 years old, his legs began to bow outwards, and slowly the admiring glances became filled with pity and scorn. Soon, the compliments that Diacko once received turned into repeated pressure to find a doctor to fix her son’s legs.

“We didn’t have money for that,” Youma said. “So, I stayed home, waiting for something to come from God.”

As he grew older, Diacko quit … Continue reading