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After my prayers for a fast day were rejected, I decided to go and register my GST courses but I had no money with me. I was still new to the environment but Elvis told me I could withdraw money from the ATM at June 12 which I had no idea where it was. On getting to the halls of residence, Hall II car park to be precise, I saw three girls coming the opposite way and I decided to ask them where JUNE 12 was. They ended up making me regret why I asked them.

“See this fresher oh! Chai!” one of the girls said.

I had no problem with their words which were obviously supposed to hurt me, what I had problem with was the fact that they ended up not telling me where JUNE 12 was. I had to use the last cash on me to take a Cab and the driver did what an average Lagos man would do; he didn’t tell me that I could get there faster on legs and he charged me three times the normal cab price – Just so you know, cab in UNIBEN is #100.

I was used to queues, I had spent the last few weeks doing nothing but queue up. So the queue at the ATM centre didn’t really mean much to me, what mattered was the fact that I was gradually running low on supply of air and I knew immediately that I needed to take my drugs before stories will be told. I am not someone that is proud of the flesh that I was given by the creator but I was tired of complaining.

I should probably tell you all the side effects of my daily life but that would be totally unnecessary. But you should know I had Madiomystasis Dystrophy, Mum said I started developing symptoms when I was 6months but I guess I had no memory then.

MMD is a rare genetic disorder that causes constant wasting and weakening of the oxygen stored in the muscles. I could go on and tell you what is written in the medical journal but I don’t want to disturb your brain with unnecessary medical made up crappy words of crappy craps that calls themselves whatever crap they invented… *sigh* I must say it’s real crappy.

So how about  I cut it short by telling you it sucks to know that you can’t run without having side effect, or walk for a long time without feeling dizzy and every single night I go to bed, I wake up like “DUDE! You didn’t die in your sleep? Ok maybe you will when you go out”

I hated MMD for one thing, whenever I got attacks, I was mistaken for an asthmatic patient. It looks somewhat asthmatic except that asthmatic attacks can be easily prevented by an inhaler, I had to take tons of drugs to avert mine. Another difference between MMD and Asthma… Someone suffering from the former does not suffer from attacks, it is always there. Aside from these, you can say MMD is asthmatic _ if that is even correct.

My case according to the doctor is a rare one, MMD sometimes leads to permanent paralysis but mine wasn’t like that. I actually inherited it from my Dad’s gene, his Dad died of the disease. To cap it all, I also inherited short sightedness from Mum’s ancestors and sometimes I tell people I had glaucoma – it sounded deadlier. 

I know I said earlier that money cannot buy health but seriously, I would be nothing but dusts if I wasn’t from a rich home. Most people went to Saudi Arabia for holidays; I went there to ummm… sleep on a sick bed.

My first attack was somewhat the best way you could think of a sickness having a dramatic introduction – to my conscious self. I was in the children section of the Church and some chemicals was used to clean the rest rooms where I went to ease myself.

I thought it was a joke until I couldn’t breathe, I tried calling for help but all other kids were busy watching some animations about the bible. The last thing I remember was me crawling out of the rest room and lots of strange tongues spoken into my ears – funny my Mum gave a testimony of me being healed.

Back to reality, I had allergy to some certain chemicals and right there on the queue, somebody had on a perfume that I knew would get me choking, I stood still anyways.

Few minutes later, I had this dizzy feeling, I had to find a place to sit else I was going to fall; trust me, it happened before and people always end up shouting “wia e inhaler?” It wasn’t asthma, it had to do with the fact that I had under developed lungs  – If I catch that doctor wey comot me just after 12months ehnnn!

I walked blindly towards one of the concrete seats at JUNE 12, totally not taking note of the environment when suddenly, I hit a wall… A wall I totally didn’t expect to be where it was, I finally got a perfect excuse to fall to the ground.

My glasses went flying, my legs were probably dead, I knew I was going to hit the floor but not as fast as I did. Sometimes I wished I had long sightedness instead of short sightedness…

I heard voices asking if I was alright and I could feel people look at me like I was one crazy human being because I was totally acting weird and needed my glasses to think straight. Out of all the voices that I could hear, the one closest to me was one to behold. I raised up my head to look at the wall that brought me down and my, It didn’t look like a wall, it seemed I ran into a full blooded human being who couldn’t help but continue asking if I was alright – Like hell, why didn’t I notice that a wall wouldn’t be that soft?

 

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