It was a night of nightmare. I was around the ages of 7 or 8, when I got jolted to reality after a nightmare. 

The room was stark dark. It was as though I hadn't opened my eyes and they were still shut.

I stretched my hand to the other side of the bed to reach out to my mom so I could tell her I couldn't sleep and about the bad dream I had just had, but she was not there, all I felt was the slick bedspread. She was gone.

'Mom' I called out but there wasn't an answer, all I heard was my voice echoing through the walls. I couldn't make out where the door was, but I crept out of bed to find it.

I kneed a table while trying to reach for the door, and all of a sudden there was a clatter from the table. I was scared, scared to the point I wanted to pee myself. My mind was displaying to me a horror motion picture.

It was as if I had woken up from a nightmare to another incubus. But this was reality's nightmare. It was real! I got eager to find the door, I hurled my hands on the rooms possession as I navigated my way through the room to the door.

I kept calling 'mom, mom where are you?' but I got no answer.

My eyes were already a waterfall, my running nose kept gushing out expectorated matter.

Finally I found the door, and I opened it, and there, still stood darkness.

I called out to my mom again.

And just then I saw my mom coming with a lamp in hand. I ran to her and wrapped my little arms around her, never wanting to let go.

Apparently she had gone to get matches to lit up the lamp cause the electricity had gone off, for PHCN had shown us once again that they held power.

This incident, is one I will never forget. It was torture for me not being able to use my sight.

I will always be grateful for this gift of sight. 

I believe we all have experienced that moment where you’d be bathing and then the soap gets into one’s eyes and there’s that struggle and haste to get the soap off so you can perceive your surroundings with your eyes again.

Imagine being blindfolded for more than an hour, and you are left with just your mind, it would bring to you all those thoughts you've been ditching not wanting to think through. Yes I know it's scary. You may not want to imagine that.

Sight is a gift endowed with distraction, and it's the best kind of distraction.

My mind most times can feel like a wrecked train with thoughts that's running out of its rail into a steep that I'm scared to rake them out and answer to.

And so yes, Sight is a great distraction that keeps me away from the perturbing thoughts that runs wild in my mind.

The distraction sight gives, brings this ease that forbears one from the nauseating reality that the mind stems.

Casting your sight on pictures, videos, colours, aesthetic art, life, the words on books brings that ease that distracts you from your wild mind. sight even helps you to perceive danger, and sight is no doubt aiding you in reading this post.

So today, just as always, I'm grateful, thankful, whatever adjective that could describe - gratitude iswhat I feel towards my Chi for this gift of sight.

So take your sight so precious. They are God's gift to mankind.