My name is Samson. Am 33 years old, the second born in a family of six. My grandpa is in his late sixties, a PhD holder, a masters and two degrees in Political science and Psychology. Despite his learned status he was a true African. He had two wives and a dozen children. He is …
My name is Samson. Am 33 years old, the second born in a family of six. My grandpa is in his late sixties, a PhD holder, a masters and two degrees in Political science and Psychology. Despite his learned status he was a true African. He had two wives and a dozen children. He is a staunch Christian and a member of the Anglican Church like forever. He is currently a lecturer at KEMU where he has been imparting his knowledge for more a decade.
He fell sick all of a sudden a few weeks ago, complaining of acute excruciating pain in his stomach. He had been to Bomas of Kenya that afternoon to watch traditional dancers shake their bodies which were a source of joy for his African spirit. His personal physician was quickly summoned. After careful examination, he declared that he couldn’t find anything wrong, not even a grain of hair was missing or displaced. He shook his head, prescribed anti-acid drugs and sped off wondering what was amiss.
Dont you all worry about me, I’ll be fine. I’ve been through a lot worse than this. I’ve seen wars come and go, floods, dangerous pandemics. And yet am still here. When my day does arrive, and it will sooner or later, I’ll be glad to have been part of you as your father, husband or grandfather.” He told us gathered around him for comfort hoping that the sight of familiar faces will help reduce his pain. Unfortunately things got worse that night. He was putting up a fight but you could tell from his groans that it was only a display of strength.
We took him to Nairobi hospital doctors plaza for further check ups. They ran blood tests, MRI scans of his abdomen, blood cultures, still found nothing. By then he had lost his appetite, complained of headache and all kinds of discomfort. We got worried, really worried. If specialists were failing then who would succeed and decipher the puzzle??
“Samson my grandson, I have to tell you something. Something I should have a long time ago. Life is determined by the choices we make. Choose your career well, and your wife. Remember, there’s no such thing as a happy ending. Only fairy tales do. Our ending is but the same, death. We fear it but death is what gives life meaning…..” he said the last part slowly as if struggling for air and then collapsed!!! I screamed for the doctor to come in quickly. I was informed that his condition was critical and that he was to be taken to the ICU.
It was clear that the current intervention was not going to yield results. One of the nurses suggested I contact a powerful herbalist by the name of Dr mugwenu who is renowned for handling such mysterious illnesses. He provided a detailed analysis of his situation, cast powerful spells that reversed what ill fate was trying to snatch my grandfather away.
Thank you doctor mugwenu for your expertise. Your reputation precedes you. I would recommend anyone with similar symptoms to you ”
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