Paul Nwokocha - Ancient Of Days May 2026

Paul felt the familiar pull—the heat behind his ribs, the whisper of the old song rising in his throat. He could heal her. He knew it. One touch, one word, and she would rise.

Not a title. Not a name.

The crowd saw a flash of light.

After each healing, he aged.

Adwoa sat up. She blinked. She saw her granddaughter’s face for the first time in fifty years and laughed like a child. Paul Nwokocha - Ancient Of Days