I had no idea how the day would end..
The sky was clear as though swept through by an invisible broom.
the leaves on the nearby shrubs were delighted as they just received their daily gift of the fresh morning dew.
It was a friend's big day and I felt so determined to slay my best, and Infact pepper dem or isn't that the latest slang?
I went about my daily activities right before the party time.
"Which shoes do I wear?", I thought,
Silver or leopard skin? Abeg jare let me just take the leopard skin as I joined it with a matching outfit.
1 hour to the turn up, I started feeling funny. "Which kain bad belle be dis 1 now?" , I thought. So I ran to the ladies to ease myself and then I realised, I'm actually not going to gas, I'm going to stool.
The stooling didn't stop until about 20 minutes later. I struggled to grab my dress in a hurry. By then, I had lost all the morale to go anywhere or even partake in some peppering.
I had no idea that was the beginning of another wake up call for me.
For days I stooled and vomited and I grew worse by each passing day.
Taking breaths each second was a serious struggle.
Talking was war.
Walking was like Diamond.
I knew I would get better soon but then it hit me.
How about people who go through stuff like this daily? Like it's a part of their lives?
People who need help to breathe
People who gasp to speak
People who need help to walk
And people who never see the sun.
People whose involuntary actions have been made voluntary due to ill health?
On the spot I began to bless my DADDY. Because, I do not take the strength to breathe for granted.
Because, I do not take the strength to walk for granted.
Because, I do not take the strength to speak for granted...
Infact, my life, given to me by HIM is a gift, I do not take that for granted.
I'll like to ask, I hope you don't too?
Just a simple wake up call...
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