Soul Dose

By Begining of 2005 I was a shadow of my former self, I was being taken care of like a newborn baby, I needed round the clock care because when I stopped breathing I couldn't wake up without help, and when I started shaking and fainted without any help they'd  find me wiith foam in my mouth and a faint pulse, eyes turnned up and barely alive. It scared them, it made me more sick, irritated that the medical system was failing us we were stuck in this jam and not liking it at all.

By then my mother and I were running around from my grans house to her house to mom Ndu's house, she was always by my side so she could call someone when the episodes started. Mom would sit next to me in her own wheelchair waiting for the inevitable, when I started shaking she'd try with all her power to prevent me from falling while shouting for someone to come and help, usually my brother who I love very much. I'd stop shaking and be given air, I'd wake up and rest for a few minute and the it'll strike again.

Life was getting harder because I was getting worse, my father seeked all kinds of medicine and answers, he even tried traditional healers because my illness looked strange to say the least. All traditional healers said the same, they said what I had couldn't be helped, they told us I was gonna die and there was nothing they could do for me. With straight faces they told my parents I was a dead girl  just waiting for her heart to stop, they blamed voodoo, insinuated that someone had done this to me and after trying a few  of them we stopped. We figured if they were gonna be the delivers of bad news why go to them to be told the same damn thing.

We focused on western medicine once again, and went to neurosurgeons, neurologists, you name them we tried them but we always, I mean always went home with less money and much more disappointment.