Good day, ladies. I trust we are all doing great, and I wish us a beautiful month of February. Welcome to my blog.
This week’s topics are, as usual, interesting and deep, yet written in a lighter tone. When I saw the two questions, something funny immediately came to mind, which I’ll be sharing shortly.
For Question 1, without a doubt, the one person who has been through thick and thin with me all my life, especially in the past year during my redefining season is my lovely mummy.
One midnight in June 2025, while I was still hospitalised a few days after my total hip replacement surgery, I woke up and watched her sleep uncomfortably on a plastic chair the hospital had provided for caregivers.
For two straight weeks, she slept on plastic chairs just to be with me in the hospital. That particular night, as I took photos of her just like I often do, I couldn’t hold back my tears. Memories flooded my mind of the many times she had done the exact same thing: sacrificing her comfort, sleeping on chairs, simply to stay close to me on hospital beds.
She is a woman I always lack the right words to describe, a pillar of strength and a true definition of unconditional love.
As the only girl in the family, she has always been there for me, protecting and loving me in a way that made me feel safe to explore life freely. She has given me countless reasons to keep reaching for my dreams, even when everything looked dark.
I honestly don’t know how she does it, but all I know is that I don’t think I have the strength to go the lengths she goes for her children, both biological and adopted.
She is a powerhouse of prayer, yet still my best friend. I could go on and on. She is the only person who has witnessed and waited for me to return from the operating theatre all three times I’ve gone under the knife.
Her resilience, determination, honesty, and faith are truly out of this world.
I named her My Sunshine for a reason. After God, she is my backbone, the greatest support system that has carried me through the toughest and roughest seasons of my life.
My only prayer and wish for her is abundant joy, happiness, sound health, and the grace of a long, fulfilled life.
For Question 2, I’ll share a funny incident that happened in June during my surgery period.
Twenty-four hours after my surgery, the hospital needed to take an X-ray to confirm that the new hip implant was properly fixed. If you live in Nigeria, you'll relate, , in most Nigerian public hospitals, doing even the simplest thing can be quite traumatic.
I was already in a sickle cell pain crisis, and the journey from my ward to the X-ray department, about fifteen minutes , felt like forever. During the trip, the pain escalated so badly that I couldn’t hold back my tears. I cried like a little girl.
Present that day were my pastor, two church brothers, my brother, and my mum. For the visitors, it was their first time seeing me in a pain crisis, and the scene completely broke their hearts.
Now, here’s the funny part.
As I lay on the stretcher crying in pain and waiting for my turn at the X-ray machine, a strange thought suddenly crossed my mind.
Since the day of my surgery, I had been naked and immobile, only covered with a cloth. In my dilemma, I suddenly realised that the cover cloth would have to be removed for the X-ray.
The only people available to assist me at that moment were my brother, mypastor and the two church brothers. The thought of them seeing me naked on top of crying in pain made my anxiety skyrocket.
I was helpless. So as the wait dragged on, I kept praying silently for an alternative. Just at the moment when my cover cloth was about to be taken off, my heart was racing so fast that the pain from the crisis became a secondary issue.
I honestly felt like disappearing.
Then a miracle happened.
Some female hospital porters, who had been adamant for over thirty minutes, suddenly came to my rescue and said, “Don’t worry, we will take it up from here.”
Only I know the deep sigh of relief that escaped my nostrils at that moment. That was how I was saved from an impending embarrassment.
Till today, I still imagine how my pastor and those two church brothers would have looked at me if that had actually happened and it always makes me laugh.
Thank you for stopping by my blog. Enjoy the rest of your day.
Cheers.