Sickle Cell Warrior

At the early days of my life, I sat down to think about what my future will look like, knowing I have sickle cell disorder and behold I couldn’t think of anything else but death. My life was filled with bitterness, tears filled my eyes day and night, all I could do was nothing but THINK. Growing up, I met diverse kind of people with diverse perspective about the disorder, to some, “You are a spirit child – Abiku ”, to some it’s a “death sentence”, to some, “you can’t survive the age of 20”,… but to some, “A special child, wonderfully and fearfully created by God” In the journey of life, I met good friends who helped me through my crisis period, friends who will always pray for me, stand by me in times of trouble, I can’t but appreciate such great friends in my life But wait a minute, what about those who are not privileged to have great friends like I do, those whose parents have neglected and they say “we know spending anything on you is a waste of money and resources, so...

It was just like a normal day on the 26th day of December when I started to feel a little bit weak, I ignored the symptoms and decided to continue with my day-to-day activities. By the next day, I was totally unconscious and then was rushed to a General Hospital nearby at the early hours of the day. After two days of treatment which I was on oxygen due to breathing issues and also on Catheter because I was unable to make urine myself… I felt so useless at that time, on the long run, I was transferred to Lagos State University Teaching Hospital (LUTH) because I was told I was not responding to treatment and also that they can’t handle me again… On arriving at LUTH, was taken into the Accident and Emergency Ward where I was being managed but it seems there is no hope. It got to the height when I woke up one morning and heard a nurse whisper “Happy New Year” I shook my head and said silently; God! You brought me thus far not to make jest of me or to make me a source of sadness for m...