God’s amazing grace…how sweet that sounds
That he saved a wretch like me!
I was 10 and in the hospital again…. I
usually spent two weeks out, a week in the hospital and one week struggling not
to fall ill. This was my life as a child. That night the nurses just did their
routine check informing the night nurses about my case etc… My mum was sleeping
on the spare bed. I closed my eyes while they talked and wasn't even paying
attention till I realized she was telling the nurse how bad my case was; Her
Crisis is very horrible oh, her parents are just spending the money…(they were actually
spending it because a week at that hospital was like a week in a luxury hotel
with feeding costs attached…the bills were high but my Dad never had any
problems paying (again God’s grace) ) the other nurse replied ‘and they don’t
live past 21 oh (referring to me). Her colleague replied: 21 ke! If she survives sha her own crisis dey
horrible oh’ in pidgin english…
I opened my eyes as they strolled away,
crying and struggling to stay quiet so I don’t wake my mum who was knackered
and needed that sleep. I wanted to yank the needles off and just die….yes I was
that close to suicide… I kept asking God why? I’m fed up; either take my life
away or take away this condition…. I’m tired of living like this…. I told my
late aunt about that episode…she said I would shine, she said they were wrong:
I shall not die but live to glorify God…..
Somehow, I always had that thought in my
mind… I approached my 18yr birthday with caution…wondering if I would drop dead
I remember that birthday I spent in the
hospital..Struggling to smile as friends came to visit…
I remember today all the several uncountable
hurdles I have crossed……
When my dad didn’t have as much money as he
used to have back in the day…my illness reduced, I didn't have to go to the
hospital all the time.. All things were just working together for my good….
Today
I turned 25, the nurses were wrong….
It turns out, I’ve only had one semi crises
this year…with each year, I’m stronger…standing tall and proud..
I used to be so ashamed to be identified
with anything called sickle cell…it was a stigma…but now I can say to anyone
that despite having this condition, I’m living my life happy and free.
Until you learnt to see the cup as half
full and not empty..You can’t open your eyes to the blessings around you. I am so blessed, so favored and I can only
boast in God.
For
every crooked path made straight
For
every tears that you dried
For
every challenge you made me overcome
For
ever trial I may have to bear
For
every glow and smile you put on my face
Dear
God, I say thank you…again and again
Thank
you for saving me….
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