14/05/2026
My Son Is Free To God Be The Glory
My brothers and sisters, me nsa anto me ho (I don't even know how to hold myself together) as I type this. I am Stephen Owusu from Berekum, Ghana. But today I am not writing to you as a man from Berekum. I am writing to you as a father whose heart was cracking right alongside his son in silence.
Three months ago my son Kwabena, 14 years old and full of life, went to school like any normal morning. He came back home that afternoon and never said another word. Not one single word. The doctors checked his throat. They checked his brain. They said physically nothing is wrong. His teachers said nothing unusual happened that day. But my son stopped talking. Completely.
For three months I watched him write everything on paper just to tell me he was hungry, he was tired, he needed something. Three months of watching my own child disappear into a silence I could not explain, could not fix, could not reach through. Obiara a wabaa aba no (any parent who has been through this) knows what that does to you inside. I was praying but I won't lie to you. There were nights I did not even know what words to say to God anymore. I just sat there.
On May 1st I sent a prayer request to the admin. I laid everything before him to share to the man of God. And Prophet Kobi prayed.
He said and I want you to hear this clearly, he said within 72 hours my son will speak again.
72 hours. Not a week. Not a month. Not "keep believing and it will come." 72 hours.
I will be honest with you. Part of me was afraid to count. Part of me was afraid to hope that big. Osu abosome baasa (three months of crying) teaches you to be very careful with hope. But I held that word. I held it like a rope. I held it tight.
Ladies and gentlemen, exactly 72 hours later on May 4th my son Kwabena opened his mouth and started talking.
But Nyame (God), who is never just enough when He can be MORE than enough, my son did not just talk.
He started rapping.
Kwabena has always carried this dream of becoming a rapper when he grows up. And the very first thing that came out of his mouth after three months of total silence was his own bars. His own words. His own voice. His own dream, alive again and louder than before.
Me su. Me su pa ara. (I cried. I cried hard.) This is not a small thing. This is not something any doctor could explain or undo. This is the hand of God, moved through the prayers of His servant.
Prophet Kobi said 72 hours. God said, watch Me be exact about it.
Saa Nyame no se obeye a, obiara ntumi nni no kwan. (When God says He will do something, no one can stand in His way.) If you are believing God right now for something that looks medically impossible, something that has been stuck and silent for too long, let this testimony put fire back in your faith today. He is still that God. He still moves exactly on time. And He still uses His servants to declare what the enemy said was permanent.
Kwabena is talking. Kwabena is rapping. And his father is somewhere in Berekum, Ghana with tears running down his face that he is not even ashamed of.
Nyame adom. (By the grace of God.) All the glory belongs to Him. 🙏
