Now I know you will want to know if the illness ceased after I was released from captivity. Well all the sensations stopped. The fluttering flies stopped stinging my head and the right side of my body. However, I had to continue taking the medications and trusting God completely for my healing from the amnesia which reoccured (though not frequent) three times in the space of eight years. This was a significant improvement from the past where it had occurred virtually every other year. I saw it as part of the harm that had been metered on me as a…

I look back now and I smile at how God fought my battles for me. I also seemed to have missed out something very key in my last post which was at what my point my delivery from captivity came about. If you recall I had noted that I had decided to see a counsellor. Well when I graduated I continued to see her and I remember being in her house on a particular day. Her family had understood my predicament and had decided to always be there for me. I was sitting on the chair ever so calmly when…

So to continue from where I left off, I noted that the sensations I was experiencing became more and more frequent over time. Little did I know what would be in store for me as I resumed at the University of Benin. Upon my resumption, I realized that I could not continue with the medication I was given as they were more or less heavy doses. If you remember I noted in one of my previous posts that I was having constant relapses. This was because the medication wasn’t dealing with the actual problem but was rather suppressing it and…

In today’s post, I would like to go back memory lane and talk about an issue that is very dear to my heart. 
It’s the importance of pointing children in the direction of the lord when they are young. Jesus stated as shown in the bible “suffer little children to come unto me, and forbid them not for of such is the kingdom of God” Luke 18V16. I remember vividly the day I got up and walked up to the altar to give my life to christ. My mum had taken me for a program at church and there had…

So I noted that I had to bear and wait for the truth of what I was going through to surface, unbeknownst to me that this was going to be a very long journey because I waited for straight nine years before I was finally released from my suffering. If you recollect, I did mention that I was experiencing sensations, well, overtime these sensations became more and more frequent. I would constantly bend my head in a backward stroke for hours if I was all alone and I would be tapping my right leg on the floor just to ease…

So how did the wicked one try to veer me off the track and end my life using the hallucinations I experienced as a yardstick? By suicidal thoughts. The medication I was given, wasn’t dealing with the issue I was experiencing due to lack of awareness and medical advancement in our society. I actually needed to see a neurological doctor but at the time this issue occurred such doctors were quite few in the country and extremely expensive which I got to realize much later.As result of this imprecise medication, I was most times experiencing a relapse of the amnesia…

I slowly adjusted to living with the new illness I was faced with. At the onset, it was rather difficult for me because of the sedatives which made me want to sleep for longer hours than usual. It was difficult getting up from bed and I seemed to had lost my coordination in the process because of the way my back ached when I stood, the constant twitching of my hands and sometimes of my lips. Also I had to adjust to going for monthly check ups at the specialist hospital which I found to be rather unpleasant because of…

So I guess it’s time to share the incidence that left me puzzled for the rest of my youth. I had just finished secondary school and my results for Jamb had come out. I had failed to meet the cut off mark for my catchment area. This brings me back to the earlier post I had made about a naturally brilliant child being made to attend a school that lacked some basic facilities. Anyhow, the outcome had eventually showed up and there was no turning back the hands of time. My dad had insisted on proving a point to me…