Life Of A Warrior: Part One
I remember growing up and having to deal with the certain uncertainty; I had visited several hospitals and had the same test result – but I still didn’t stop getting ill. That doubt messed with me a lot and sometimes made me wonder if my genotype wasn’t really what they said it was.
You see, I grew up as the only child for a while and having to constantly treat malaria was not just stressful for me but also for my parents. I know what you are thinking, and the answer is no, my parents actually never complained; in fact, the love was enormous, they never left my side for once, nor did they ever make me feel like I was disturbing, but compulsory hospital admission every now and then just wasn’t psychologically okay for a child.
I know you might be wondering where I am going to with this tale of mine, but hold on and allow me to introduce myself; my name is Mide and I am a Content creator with a knack for great food and…
You have to stay tuned to find out the other sides of me. See you next Tuesday!