I found a precious hand
Precious Chimnonso Few days ago I was in Jos, Plateau state capital. I was there for something else, but my curiosity led me to a place where I found one of the most beautiful and astonishing things I have seen this this year; where I met a little boy with a golden hand. He says, “my hand itches when am not drawing.” Hmmm! Last week, I read what my friend wrote on her blog, omachies.blogspot.com , about her Itchy Fingers ; how her fingers in time past dreamt of “how they would produce bestsellers before they moved out of teenage hood, how they would stun the world with the amazing things they could create”. She thinks her fingers had gone cold, but no. From what I read in that piece, it was obvious that her once fragile fingers (according to her) were either never cold/fragile or are getting stronger and firmer, and I didn’t hesitate to tell her in the comment box. This story is not about Omachies and her itchy fingers. No. I found another hand that is gifted and pre