EXCERPTS FROM MY DIARY 3

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Dear Diary,

You know there was a time when I lived a live of isolation and quarantine by reason of an illness that necessitated the use of separate plates and cups from those used by the rest of my family. I was reminded always that there was a reason for this - it was better for one person to be ill than for the entire family to be down with the same illness. 

I accepted this lifestyle and was careful not to let any of my siblings come close. It hurt to see them play and do things from afar. It was such a depressing moment of my life. My very little brother at the time who knew nothing about the need to stay away would not let me be. He stuck to my body always like a flea and I was glad nonetheless. I composed songs and had him sing along even at a tender age of 3. We sang beautifully as a duo. 

I know that writing about this period of my life would be a book of many pages but I chose to write this now because I am grateful for life. Death threatened on many occasions. Everytime mercy said no and kept wondering why. I had pains, I was afraid, I was cold, I felt alone and God seemed close but afar. My flesh was turning too black from the constant hot water bath. 

Being placed on a 100-day injection treatment felt impossible and an unfair way of life to treat me. My buttocks suffered hell and even years later, I still had to deal with the shocks that came from time to time running through my legs. During that period I couldn't sit upright. I had to lay down most of the time. At school, my friends had to carve out a special seat where I could lay down. God bless them for me. 
I smile as I remember how one of the days while I laid down on that seat, a classmate hit my butt unknowingly when he was playing. The pain I felt saw me lift my hand and gave him a very dirty slap. The young chap stared at me in shock. I only apologized later but I always laugh at the remembrance. 

Listen, there is a purpose for your living today. It is no coincidence that you are still breathing. Even if you feel that your breath is a struggle, it is a phase for the perfection of your testimony.
Have faith! 
Faith can sing through days of sorrow, all will be well

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Okesty-Wonder said…
God is Faithful..
21 June 2020 at 07:55
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