My schooling was delayed and affected greatly. I used to be a bright kid… I’ll like to think I still am… ha-ha.

If you miss half of the school term or semester how can you move on to the next class? this was what happened and I repeated most of my classes. I was upset and couldn’t take it because I know I can if I had the chance to cover the full term.

In spite of that, I won a storytelling competition for my school in an inter-school’s storytelling competition.

You know you are the odd one out, as growing up I realized I’m not allowed to do what most children do…, sometimes simple things like playing. I was always in and out of the hospital., it became a norm.

I lost my identity and was referred to as oh she’s a sickler, the sickler.

In Africa where I come from, that is the way they stigmatize, look down on you, and expect nothing much from you when you are born with certain diseases. It is very sad and absurd. Sickle cell is a blood disorder and hereditary, through no fault of mine. One inherits from the parents who are carriers… they might not even know they are carriers. In recent years people intending to marry are advised to check their genotypes to find out if they are carriers or not.

I heard countless times that I’ll not make it to age 18 after I turned 18years by the grace of God I heard oh she’ll not make it to age 21, WHO HAS THE FINAL SAY?

My God proved them all wrong and I’m here testifying to his glory.

They that put their trust in him, will mount up with wings as the eagle… they shall run and not be weary and they shall walk and not faint. Isaiah 40:31

Stick around dear reader, as I unravel my true life story to you….

Christ in you the hope of glory!