One of the doctors that once treated me said i was malaria prone… or prone to malaria… I didn’t care. I just wanted to get well. He warned me to stay away from Cold water; foods must be cooked and/or warmed well before consumption, stay away from Microwaved foods, Stay away from sugary soft drinks (bye bye Pepsi) etc
The malaria was so much in my system it somehow became typhoid or came with typhoid before the tests and treatment. My little brother was in the house while i was ill and being treated, everyday – any second i needed something, i called him. Needed water, i called Felix. Needed Lucozade boost, i called Ebuka (his other name), needed to talk to someone, i called
nobody. Needed to sit up, i call Felix… It was so serious i called him while he was at the toilet once… or about to shit. He must have been so pissed!
A night later, i wasn’t getting better and i was in so much pain. It was late at night and everyone was asleep. I didn’t think i was gonna die but i wanted to tell him i loved him so much and we’d do great things together in the future…and other emotional stuffs you could tell your ONLY brother – I wasn’t going to give up just yet.
I called him, “Felix, are you there?”
His reply, “No bro.”
He was fed up with the errands and probably thought i was going to send him on another, in the middle of the night.