By Ugochukwu Ogbonna
Life picks us wildly; she has a way of dipping her hands and randomly selecting what transpires. The beautiful thing is that she has no favorites, doling out goodwill, pain, and all forms of human emotions in equivalent unbiased measure.
I lie stiff, as usual, when this seething pain trods in my bone marrow. My fist clenched to ease the non-ending agonizing maelstrom in my body. This agonizing episode; one never gets used to.
Two months ago, Olu proposed to me; I turned it down.
This is not a love story. It is my life, ‘our’ struggle.... 'our' fate.
I met Olu two years ago. He knew I was sickle-celled on our first date. My strange eye discoloration, my frail frame, and the Hydrocarbamide and Ibuprofen tablets that slipped off my purse gave me easily away. Conscious of the fact that he had found out my ailment, I excused any hint of trying to be who I was not. If he wanted me, he would have to take the whole package.
