This is my story

Soo guys I apologize that I have been silent for too long. I chalk this to one of my 'few' habits, a marriage between . Mr Procrastination and Ms. Commitment- phobia lol. Too much has happened, finished my MA, graduated, got a job, travelled for a family reunion and came back to that same job! Oh yeah, I forgot to add the bitterly cold weather we experienced for the whole of January (I know all you US guys will be laughing your heads off).

Anyway to make it up to you I thought to have 3 consecutive updates. My first update would be a new year testimony, my next one would an explanation of the first or more aptly, thoughts on it. The last update will just be randomness plus Blessing tagged me in a meme so I'll do that too. Oh yeah, thanks to mrs ng, neefemi, nice anon, blessing, bsnc and everyone who checked up on me. Sorry if I missed out anyone but I'm typing on my phone and lying down- both of which do not make browsing to check easier. Plus those of u who didn't check cos u can claim u have other ways of reaching me, well *side eyes* ps I have big eyes so I look quite scary now ha ha. Okay, let's get to it...drumrolllllll

So I was extremely pleased to see that once again I arrived into the new year in one piece. Knowledgable of the fact that every year I pray that everyone with me (family and friends) during the previous will make it into the new one. But no such luck. Anyway so back to my story. July 2003, I had just graduated and was too excited! I had planned that I would immediately go on a diet of ice cream, pizzas and cake. I said my goodbyes, hugged those I would miss and left. The diet plan didn't work well as my mom was insistent on amala and ewedu.

A month down the line I fell sick, did all the test malaria, typhoid, yellow fever, everything. They all came back negative. I had malaria like symptoms, a fever that came every night and disappeared in the morning, extreme fatigue- I could just barely climb a flight of stairs. The worst was that all my joints were hurting like crazy. Eventually after a terrible 2 weeks at UCH Ibadan I was clinically diagnosed with an autoimmune disease where the wbc attack the organs, mine started off with my kidneys and no organ was immune as I later discovered.


There's so much to say about what I've been through in the past 8 years. At the beginning I was on 8 different drugs and man were they bitter! I had a flare that affected every single joint in my body, neck, fingers, toes, elbows,knees, even my hips. I developed some eye irritation once a month were my eyes would become blood red (no jokes) sensitive to light and irritated. I would cry and cry cos I just didn't understand- why me? The worst was yet to come. I developed these patches on my hands, fingers and toes. It had something to do with my poor blood circulation and
if I got cold in the slightest I would be unable to walk, shower or write.

My God, I suffered. I really did. To cap it all off I developed another related but separate autoimmune disease- hyperthyroidism. I had to have a surgery for that and the scar is still there, its not going anywhere. What makes it worse is that I'm not allowed to have vaccinations and some other drugs because of what they might trigger in my body/drugs. I went to nigeria in 2006 and I came back with malaria that almost killed me. Man, the period from my 16th birthday to my 23rd has been filled with pain. I really had plans for life after boarding school. They didn't include missing year of school, losing control of my body and how I felt, having to adjust my lifestyle. The
list goes on and on. Despite my down moments I always knew God was in control, if not when I was going through the pain at least after :_)

So guys that's' the first part, might have a four part post. Plus please I don't need pity, just want to explain my devotion to my big daddy.