Let me start this post by saying you probably won't believe it. No I take that back, you WILL not believe it and will think ok this writer is now pulling our legs but I assure you it is true... I also had trouble believing it, I mean come on it just sounds impossible but trust, it is real.

What am I talking about???? Well shortly after the fainting started mama and I moved to grans house because they figured there were lots of people there who could help with this new life of mine. We stayed there and the next weekend Mom Ndu came to help out, give me a bath, clean my room thoroughly, spoil me a little and just make me smile. We were in my room when I signalled for her to help me drink my juice. (Remember at this point I couldn't speak, couldn't eat and could only use one hand, yeah one hand)

She gave me the juice, used the straw as usual but the minute the juice touched my mouth I threw up like nobody's business, all the water I had drank earlier came out till pure blood started coming out my mouth. Mom was worried and tried to give me water but as I drank the water it also came out, more and more..... We stopped tring to drink for a few hours but when we decided to try again same thing happened, not even a single drop of water could go down my throat, not water and certainly not juice.

Days went by, we went to doctors trying to find a solution but we were disappointed at every corner. I grew thinner (which seemed impossible considering I was already skin and bones, guess that skin got thinner if that makes any sense), days went by and mom decided to take me to hospital. We went but because of my fainting problem we went back home....... Weeks went by without anything in my stomach, mom says at some point I told her I wasn't hungry anymore. I told her via message, I'd take my phone and write whatever I wanted to say and give it to them.

A month went by, my room had no food in it anymore, no water but everyday mom would bring a glass and try to see if I can get a rop down but nope, it didn't happen... My family knew it was the end, they all prepared for my death and sometimes I could hear them talking about it, it broke my heart and shattered theirs into a million pieces.

What was fascinating was that each time I had my fits, the shaking was just as powerful and it threw me down and everyone who tried to assist me, I still fainted more than 20 times a dday, still had the powerful shakes and ended up on the floor, still stopped breathing and month after month it got more and more intense. My stomach was empty, my strength was completely gone but this thing was stronger than ever.

One day a then 9 year old child carried me like she was carrying her shoolbag or something, mom cried like a little baby seeing how much I had vanished, I was a dead living person just waiting for that minute where I'd stop breathing permanently.

Then in exactly 83 days, yes this is true 83 days mom (with tears running down her eyes) lifted my head up and put a straw in my mouth, the container was filled with TROPIKA JUICE, MANGO AND PEACH FLAVOUR. I took one sip and swallowed, I took my next, then the next till two days later I finished the 500ml........... God had remembered my address, my stomach was full after being empty for 83 days and 83 nights.

Though that juice ended up being the only thing I could swallow, soon I was able to drink water as well but that was it, nothingt else could go down but believe me everything was tried over and over and over.

This was in November 2004.