A Rainy 2024

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It never rains but it pours. How apt a statement for the situation I went through middle of last year. Well, not just me but my entire family together.

It was a fine morning. I had just got out of bed. I was breathing raggedly and my gait was very unstable. Sweat poured down my body like streams even though my temperature was cold as a corpse's.

“How are you feeling.”

Dad asked me. I think he was stirring a hot teacup, about to devour his breakfast.

“Fine.”

My mind was not there. I felt like I was floating out of my skin.

“You remember the burial of your aunt is near. We will travel to our country home together in preparation. It's in three days.”

I gave a tired nod.

“Remember to take your drugs.”

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Dad's lips took a sip from the ceramic teacup and laid it down gently on the table.

“Ok.”

I managed to raise myself from the sofa with much difficulty. As I walked into the kitchen or room I was bent over like a hunchback. The sickness had plagued my body so much I could hardly support my own weight.

So there it was. A most undesirable situation. I was dying of sickness. And I had the burial of a dear one to attend. But maybe Misfortune was not done with us yet. Before my aunt's burial my great uncle, the oldest person in my father's extended family also passed away.

We travelled for the burial and it went as smooth as a pleasant sea journey. On our return Misfortune stuck out her cursed hand again at us. My two brothers came down with sickness.

The sickness that I and my two brothers suffered was so intense that it took several rounds of medication to knock them out. My dad feared one of us would not survive the ordeal. Sometimes I felt myself being wrapped in death's blanket. I was so sick that I stayed indoors for two whole months. At a certain time during the sickness I couldn't eat for almost a week.

“You have to eat to be able to take your drugs.”

My father said, worry noticeable in his voice.

“No, I can't.”

I said.

But I had injections to take. So at the end I managed to take a bite or two of bread and took the injections. I went back to sleep immediately afterwards.

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I started recovering after two or more months. Slowly I started getting over the sorrow of the recent bereavements that had occured in my family. I was trying to return to my normal life after the sickness. During this time of my life I almost felt myself cracking under the weight of despair.

It was a most desperate time for me. I felt buffeted from all sides. It's a moment of my life I wouldn't want to experience again. In 2024, it didn't rain but poured.