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As a child I’ve always had phobia for drugs, my parents will always talk about how I would vomit the drugs given to me or most times throw it away whenever they weren’t looking or hide it under my tongue and then spit it out. Even now as an adult, I still can’t take drugs without shedding tears, the thought of it alone scares me and that is why I try not to fall sick though it's not our call to make, and when I do fall sick I hide it so well that no one would notice until I'm completely down and then I have no choice but to take the drugs or be taken to the clinic to take injection, which is a bit preferable.
Two weekends ago I visited an aunt of mine, just to stay for the weekend and probably eat some free food because she was always calling me to come visit even if it was just for a night. Anyways, I finally decided to go to her place but before the visit, I was already having the symptoms of malaria. I wasn’t sick yet but I could feel it coming and it scared me. Only one thing scares me more than falling ill and that is falling ill at my aunt’s place. The woman has zero tolerance when it comes to taking good care of our health.
When I arrived at her place she was excited to see me, I ate as much as I could, drank a lot of juice, even had some fruits too, it felt like I was on vacation. But my first night there wasn't what I expected, I got into a fight with the mosquitoes and I lost badly. My aunt had earlier given me some mosquito net to use but we all know how hot that thing makes the whole place and I’d rather get bitten by the mosquitoes than get covered in my own sweat.
The funny thing is I didn’t feel any of the mosquito bite because I was fast asleep. I only got to know that I was attacked because of how much my body was swollen the next day. Those bastards truly came like a thief in the night. When I woke up the next morning I was feeling so weak but still didn't say a word to anyone but I should have known better, I mean what was I thinking, I was staying with my aunt and that woman can sniff malaria from a mile away.
All it took was some sluggish movement from me and she knew that something wasn’t right. She asked if I was fine and I lied to her but she still wasn’t convinced and decided to check my temperature the old African way, by placing the back of her palm on my head, I was burning up.
Few minutes later and we were both at the chemist shop. The woman there looked excited to see us. It was almost as if she had prayed for us to come to her shop. She kept on bringing out drugs after drugs claiming I needed to take all of them when we both know she just wants to sell her drugs. If I had superpowers, now would have been the best time to do some mind controlling stuff on my aunt and convince her not to get the drugs but like I said earlier, when it comes to our health, she doesn’t take it for granted.
So now I’m seated in my room, the drugs right in front of me and I’m wondering how I’m going to gulp it all down.