THE STORY OF MY BECOMING

WAS I MADE TO LIVE: A FIGHT FOR LIFE

A month later,

My health attacked me seriously.

Thank God I was done with my Jamb, I was waiting for my waec and it was few weeks to my waec

I was in the church service, I started noticing some changes in my body I left the church and went home

Entering the parlour,I slumped.

Nobody was around to rescue me,

I was lifeless for hours, until my big brother came in thank God he came back for a short vacation in school.

He raised an alarm and called mom and she rushed in. The started looking for solution after hours I came back to myself and I was told what happened, I was happy am getting better.

Two days after the incident the worst came up, we went to the hospital for checkup, I was nebulised for hours, which I was later discharged.

That same day at night I was rushed back to the hospital unconscious. My dad was already dead, my mom spirit has left her body. My big brother has already disappeared. Everyone was scared, they called my elder sister,

She left school and rushed back home straight to the hospital,

We was there for weeks with no response, just on oxygen and life support machine.

Oh finally, they found out what was wrong with me.

Whole in the heart.

Which heart?

Mine?

No

They said it will be solved through so so so and so way,

My parents agreed but it's a life and death matter.

They signed the surgery papers

Yes I remember when I was being dressed to a blue gown.

I asked "what's this for?"

My sister will reply and say "for t****k content, no fear, I gat you Nene". I smiled at her

After a short while I couldn't see any of them again.

I was seeing an Indian man and few other foreign doctors.

I was seeing Sharp objects,

*What are they for?"

I asked in my mind.

"Where's my sister and my daddy"

But no one replied.

They started preparing all kind of injections and boosting all kinds of machines needed to be used. I never feared, until the first injection landed on my chest, I shouted

They said "don't young lady, is not painful, don't shake our hands" I remain calm after that statement

I watched carefully as they gave me all injections needed

Few minutes later,

I dozed off.

I didn't know what happened next or later.

Later on a brain surgery was conducted too, which I Never knew what was still happening to me.

After days of no response, my dad was called to sign a death form, so I can be deposited to the mortuary, my daddy refused.

I was discharged and was taken home.

Meanwhile, waec has started, my big sis dressed like me and was standing my gap in school.

The following night I was brought home, I came back from my journey of the dead.

It wasn't a funny experience,

The joy on everyone faces when they heard my cough was abundance.

I was told what happened, I cried.

The following day, they took me back to the hospital for test, the result came out ,that one more surgery needs to be conducted in the throat through the mouth.

Another level of pain.

On the faithful Sunday morning, I was taken to the hospital,

I was dressed up and was taken into the theater, I was given something to chew,

Immediately they asked me to open my mouth since I refused to sleep.

I opened my mouth, Immediately a sharp knife went strength to my throat.

God,

After the surgery i couldn't talk, eat, not drink for almost two weeks.

I was just bleeding.

But I thank God I survived it and faced my fears.