Hi there! My name is Echezona, but most people often just call me Eche, and I am very excited to start my first experience in blogging. It honestly all sounds like a lot of fun. I'm eager to explore.
On the 14th of November, I almost killed my mom. Sounds very odd and sinister huh? But the truth is...that that was the day I was born.
Unfortunately, my mom had serious complications when it came to delivering me and a Caesarean section (C-section) had to be undergone. The battle was extremely tough and she almost lost her life trying to bring me into this world. She suffered a lot of pain and trauma but at the very end it was worth it– I was delivered of safe and sound.
Unfortunately again, as life would often have it, I was born with a little condition which the doctors termed "Clock foot".
Indeed the name fits the condition well: my foot was pointed in opposite directions just like clock hands often do and I was also walking on my tippy toes like a pre- school ballerina lol.
During my infancy, when we would visit many physiotherapists, they would all remark that the condition was due to some negligence by the silly, incompetent nurses. But regardless of their complaints, one thing was for sure, we needed a solution.
Furthermore, I went on to have minor surgeries still as a toddler. I was also postponed to have a major surgery later on when I turn older. Say age 11 or 12.
Later during my early child years, while still in Elementary school, I was faced with little challenges. My classmates, for example, would ask "why do your run or walk like that are you a ballerina?" and they would all mock me calling me "ballerina boy". I won't lie those words then didn't hurt as much as it does now that I remember them. It was one of those early life challenges we all face as people in this world.
Later on, in Grade 5(3rd and Final term), I was scheduled to have my final surgery. I remember being a bit overwhelmed because of the sudden surgery and the fact that it could affect my final term in such a way that will make me repeat the class. And boy I did not want to repeat Grade 5 again. The first time was bad enough already.
Days prior to the surgery, I was on bed rest in the hospital. I was honestly very scared about the faith of my surgery. What even made me the most tense was the night before my surgery: I had earlier made a friend whose bed was beside mine in the ward and whom had a brain tumor. We were good friends and I really liked him. He was scheduled to have surgery the day before me. I remember when he was rolled out to the operation room in the afternoon and how his bed was cleaned out later that night because he didn't survive the surgery. I equally remember the dreadful feelings I had that night. I was of course very sad for my lost friend but more so, I was afraid for what my faith would be. I thought "if it can happen to him? Then it can happens to anyone.... even me?".
The day of my surgery came and as it will often go, it was a huge battle so much so that the doctors actually thought I died during the operation when no signal in the heart monitor was detected. They tried their very best to save me but sadly, the time came for them to declare by time of death official.... but as faith would have it, i was once again revived and the doctors could spot a signal from the monitor. "It was indeed a miracle" twas what one of the surgeons said when I was brought out of the operation room after a successful surgery.
Later on, after a painful recovery, I was able to write my exams and for a boy who spent most of his time in the hospital... I got straight A's!
During my lifetime, I have had numerous other experiences. Some nice ones, some heart breaking ones, and some very depressing ones. But regardless of how hard they each seemed at each stage, I was able to overcome them. And I will continue to overcome the experiences to come. Cause I know they will come.
All I have left now are scars that will serve as a memory:
I honestly don't want to forget any of my experiences. They have made me what I am. They are my testimonies so to speak. Perhaps that's why my parents named me "Echezona" a name that means "Don't forget". The full thing is actually "EchezonaChukwu" which means "Don't forget God" but I often just go with just Echezona. It's a whole lot shorter.
Echezona Kelsey Anagor( My full name by the way) spends most of his time dabbling in the finer things such as poetry, musical compositions, writing and the fine arts.
Here's a few of his works:
I'm honestly grateful to be alive and enjoy the world and all it's richness. Both it's experiences(good and bad) and it's blessings.
I'm sure many of us too have had our own fair share of experiences as well. More so the bad, than the good. That's quite normal. We are, after all, here in this world to learn so it is its nature to be so tough. What better way to learn huh? The truth in fact is: Life is a misery that only gets better. We need to continue striving and living to fully explore the gift that is life. We will eventually all grow and learn so as long we don't forget,
don't forget our experiences, our goals, our passion, our love and empathy, and our roots. And yeah! more importantly, don't forget God.
I'd love to to give a special appreciation to my good friend 
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Thanks for reading and keep exploring!