his story

“I’m realistic, I believe in miracles.”

I remember vividly how I wore very large trousers and hoods that swallowed my body every night. They told me, the clothes would help in preventing cold from reaching my organs. I couldn’t say a word to counter this, simply because these were commands of superior people in the house. It wasn’t easy, I felt so uncomfortable in these clothes. I felt I might suffocate in them one day..

Thank God for high school physics and college thermodynamics that taught me what ‘Heat’ really is, but then believe me, before now, when I was much more younger, I’d known already, a few things about Heat and its properties because of those clothes I was given to wear at night..

I had different meals with less ingredients…No onions, no too much pepper, and no too much other cooking ingredients… I was not able to fry my own eggs myself. I despised okro soup, every time I ate it, I puked, so I had for me one official soup I ate all the time.. ‘Melon soup’. The weekly meal plan was enjoyed by others while I stayed put eating just my Melon (Egusi) soup.

I never liked Snail, till today I don’t eat it. Then I don’t like/eat some other few things as well. The cooking method called frying was my worst enemy, it gets me into a very bad condition whenever I came in contact with it.

When ever ‘It’ showed up, I felt a certain loss inside of me, I’d look pale with my eyes almost backing into their sockets, truth be told, I looked an alien at that point in time..

I was suffering, they won’t allow me join the activities other children engaged themselves in. If I ran down a few blocks and then back, I’d pant so bad and get my family/friends scared, I lived in such great pains.

My daily routine was to wake up from sleep, have my mouth and body washed, eat breakfast and leave for school, by the time I was back, my melon soup awaits me..

I take a bath, eat lunch, then I remember those growing days in a typical Nigerian home, you must take siesta.. I sleep and wake within a time range.. then I’d revise my books…

My heart races when ever I think that night was fast approaching.

The Night was totally an enemy and we had an unending Relationship simply because you can’t cheat on mother nature.. ‘The night must come’, I was in total dismay.

I just couldn’t bear it anymore, it was too much a burden for a primary school kid.

Every now and then I swallowed a pill to look healthy just because I had great fear for injections..

I couldn’t help but give myself ‘self pity’

How on earth would this ugly thing stop?

Well, in Ignorance, I thought I had a best friend..

‘A pipe’,

a small pipe I pumped every now and then to breathe in oxygen when ever I had an abnormal breathing process.

With all these happenings, I never settled for less, I took my Education very serious and God settled me with the best grades and positions..

My parents were proud of that..

But outside Education, I was so much a weakling, I couldn’t run down a few meters without my breathing system changing to abnormal.

But I celebrate my mother.

I was lying helplessly and breathing too fast, I could see what time it was, it was 12: 30a.m.

Everybody was fast asleep, the neighborhood was quiet..

I felt I died already.

I thought I died of Asthma.

There were so many negative thoughts running down just like streamlines on my mind.

I knew once I stopped breathing fast, I’d turn an ancestor and a fore father to generations up coming.

But she wouldn’t stop praying, yes prayers had started already, it was world war 0.. it was one of spirits..

But then I began to gather courage, I saw my faith walk down the room I was, fetching life back into me..

Heaven heard her prayers in the ‘War Room’.

Little by little I could feel a new world around me, I was breathing in oxygen the normal way I should.

I was saved by a friend I later knew ‘Jesus’ The son of God and a savior to humanity.

Asthma was gone, it hit the road before I could set my eyes on it.

That morning I slept like a baby, it was much more like having full lives when playing candy crush..I thank this woman, she’s my everyday crush.

She’s my everything, God used her as a medium to healing me..

I threw my inhaler away, those were my last days in primary school.

Today I’m a big boy. This is my testimony, What’s your testimony?