He wrote thus:
Let me come out of the closet… just a little
I was diagnosed of High Blood Pressure when I was 19 – that’s 14 years ago.
Yup, you heard it right. My doctor was just as shocked.
All through that period, I have been diagnosed, dealt with and undergone surgeries for high blood pressure, irritable bowel syndrome, benign prostrate hyperplasia, back pain, migraine and Tourette’s Syndrome, with movement disorder and OCD co-morbidities.
Going full throttle right after high school, driven by fear and pressure, will do that to you.
And I, my fantastic mother (ah, where do I begin?), with Adebola close by as well as my best friend F, have faced these challenges head on.
When I say nothing human is alien to me – I mean it. I know what I am talking about.
Out of all these things, God has healed me of three this year. He promised me last year, and he has been delivering. Doctor-confirmed. Kasa!
But I often wonder why God made me go through (and I’m still going through some of) these. Well, early this year one of my favourite Communication Associates at RED (I recruited them all personally, love ‘em!) asked me why God would allow her face illnesses that she certainly doesn’t deserve.
Throughout this year, I have wondered constantly: is this why God made me go through some of these fires? And to ensure I found joy IN SPITE of these fires, before he started to heal me one by one? So I can answer her questions? So I have a sense of what it really means to be there? So I can help people find the path that I was helped to find?
If it is, then dang! What a God.
What a gaddem fascinating God.