I have had a lot on my mind. So many diverse different things and then I begin to experience this feeling of general weakness.I convince myself to drink plenty of water and eat plenty of fruits.I read my Bible, pray and assure myself I'll be fine.All this was many days ago. Yesterday, at night, I begin knocking neighbours for paracetamol. Maybe my neighbours were not nice people or they didn't just have.I carried myself back to my corner, my worry was how I could find sleep, I slept after so long time. I didn't even know how.I wake up still weak, very weak. I cannot run away from seeing the doctor's face anymore. Walking into the clinic was better than being carried there. In any case, who would carry me! Am I married?But that's not the point, I am now at the doctor's place. I am at the pharmacist. I am going to see the nurse. My buttock is no longer mine, what do I sit with? But I told the nurse I haven't taken injections for well over 20 years. Mrs nurse wouldn't listen, she wants me well. It wasn't just an injection, injections actually.I had dumped a pink polythene bag on my reading table as I wobbled into my room. There are tablets inside in it. Many plenty tablets, some are for now and a lot are for later, I am wondering what the hell is this.I have not lost my appetite yet. A good Yoruba chap had seen my atthe clinic and gone for food for me. I ate his food up after the injections, even if I am still hungry, I thank him again and again, such kindness!I want to eat some more and take the drugs the pharmacist had pulled my ears to tell me I should take this evening. I had plenty questions for him. We talked and he laughed plenty, laughter was a luxury I couldn't roundly afford then and even now. He got my number. There will be a repeat of this laughter show when I am alll strong again, we will see who wins.There is no wife and I really need help now. I remember some guy who calls me his uncle here. Some very nice guy. I pull my phone out of my pocket, it was not an easy thing to do, I am lying down, yes, with my trousers on.I call him, mtn says my call card is exhausted, I wanted to tell the lady who speaks for mtn to please let me, I wanted telling her that this was a matter of life and death. But the lady kept talking, she wouldn't listen to me. My guy calls back, I make sure I cough into the phone before asking where he was. He tells me and asks if there were problems. I inform him that I wasn't feeling too fine but that he shouldn't bother if he was already afar off.He tells me he was coming right away. I open my Facebook page to write this while I wait for him. I need food, water, call card and some scripture sharing. I'll be fine. Life is like this a times, your buttocks wouldn't be yours sometimes
