so it happened when i was 10

I woke up and my brain told me that "put your legs on the ground and go to the toilet now". i reached out to put my feet down and i felt my head make impact with the floor.

lol now

so when i woke up in the morning (that was of course after i was helped to the toilet and back by my mom), my mom said i wasn't talking, i wasn't eating, i was just unconscious (for two whole weeks).

so when i finally was awake for as much as two days, the docs (two of my uncles) told me i could start eating, walking around, playing, whatever, they bought me anything i asked for so i knew i must have scared the shit outta them.

My siblings came the first night i woke up, they said they had been coming everyday for two week that the last sign of progress they had seen before now was when i was speaking gibberish. I was totally disconnected from what they were saying because the last memory i had was of drinking fanta at home, sleeping at home in the couch and waking up in a hospital bed.

The doctor (from luth) had come one after the other marveling at the miracle of a dead girl waking up again, they just couldn't understand it. my uncles had wanted to give up on me cos they had already pumped 29 drips and 2 pints of blood into me and i had shown no sign of waking up until that morning (2 am) when i tried to walk.

I spent the next few days learning to walk without crutches though (even though at 10, i thought walking with crutches was fun, i had friends who had broken their legs and i envied them their crutches, silly me) i was eating again...
laughing again
without a care in the world

My mom was worried scared because a friend borrowed my book and lost it and my mom was angry about it and so they bought another and you know us (as africans, we tend to be really fetish) my mom thot their mom had gone to do jazz on the book and so immediately i fell ill, she returned the book to the buyers.
whatever!
I survived it and only a miracle could have saved me then even though i was a kid and to me i was invisible. what am i trying to say, God wants us to trust Him like kids, we are invincible, so long as we believe it and don't allow doubt creep in.

I am over my anxiety attack but i am still waiting on God...

I wrote this because i woke up and i remembered what God had done for me and i wanted to say 'Thank you, My Love, My God'

Albeit, i became a star overnight, nothing like narrowly escaping death to make you a star overnight, whatever was glad, am glad and i have been keeping my angels busy ever since then