When he saw me, he told me what he observed, that I am a sickle cell patient and I confirmed it to him. Sadly, I once over heard my parent lamenting that they don’t want to spend too much on me because they knew I could die any time because of sickle cell.
As I write this piece as my contribution to your reality page, my heart bleeds because my experience in life had been of sadness and joy.
I met, Mike, the love of my life as a teen in the final year in the secondary school. He was much older than me, works as a laboratory technician with a university teaching hospital.
When he saw me, he told me what he observed, that I am a sickle cell patient and I confirmed it to him. Sadly, I once over heard my parent lamenting that they don’t want to spend too much on me because they knew I could die any time because of sickle cell. So for Mike asking to be the blood flowing in my veins got me a partner on whose shoulder to lean on. I feigned pretext that I didn’t understand what he meant by replacing my blood but I could not feign the love I have for him, which made me wait to hear what he had to say. He then repeated himself asking “Will you let me be the blood that flows in your veins? I want to live in your heart so that I will flow in your veins.” I am a literary student, so I understood what he meant. I reluctantly told him that he is old enough to be my father but he replied that age is just a number and that he would grow younger when he gains access into my heart. He was an eloquent person, I love seeing him working in the laboratory. I remember asking him one day to show me Amoeba as I was taught in my elementary studies in JS 2. He went with me to a nearby brook to fetch water in a small container. When we got to the lab in his office, he showed me Spirogyra, Amoeba and luckily, we also saw Hydra, which he told me so much about. On my way coming out of his lab, an elderly woman called me and warned me to steer clear of Mike. The woman was this kind of women who poke their nose in people’s affairs. She just called me and said “You secondary school girl following this man, if I ever see you here again, I will come to your school and tell your principal.” Boldly, I replied her, “Mama, he is a man I love so much, telling my principal will make no difference to how I feel for him.” Then I walked away from her.
I am a literary student, so I understood what he meant. I reluctantly told him that he is old enough to be my father but he replied that age is just a number and that he would grow younger when he gains access into my heart. He was an eloquent person, I love seeing him working in the laboratory. I remember asking him one day to show me Amoeba as I was taught in my elementary studies in JS 2.
I became pregnant for him and dad became furious and sent me out of home, but I gladly moved in with him. He took me to a police station to lodge report about my stay with him to avoid being accused of abducting me. I felt at ease with him, so much that I forget about home, even my mum never looked for me. She never did anything against daddies wish.
Within two years after I got to his place, he was able to build a house, bought a car and we lived very well with my little girl, Evidence. I call my girl Evidence because I see her as evidence of our love, but Mike call her in Yoruba, “Eri-Ife”.
Mike was a very caring husband who love me so much and he never shouted at me for a day. I knew I had some excesses, because when I am feeling lazy, I would tell him to please cook for me and he did, without complaining. I was pregnant for my second baby when Mike, coming back from an official journey died in a ghastly motor accident involving many of his other colleagues.
To my surprise when I got the file containing all his assets, the house, vehicle and electronics, they were all in my name. “Why did he do such a thing? Why not put Mr & Mrs? I cannot decipher till now. His colleagues and professional union contributed about two million naira for me for upkeep and welfare of me and his daughter. They gave me a death certificate that made it easy for me to access his bank account and I found about six million in the account.
Its been ten years since Mike left me with his kids, but till date, I didn’t see any reason to fall in love again, nor did I find anyone that could be like him.
Indeed, he replaced the blood in my veins for me to live, because contrary to medical reports, I ought to have died a sickle cell patient but I am getting stronger by the day. I don’t think I will ever love again.
Though, I have reconciled with my parent, I still keep a distance because while they were waiting to see the sickler die, someone gave the sickler a ray of hope that shines till date.
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