Smell of currey rice n stew spiced up a certain way by my colleage one lunch time triggered a nearly forgotten memory of my 4 weeks at POM General hospital and its night dinner servings for us patients. This was back in 1997. I had suffered a freak accident during a soccer match tuckle and was urinating blood for weeks before admitted to POM Gen. lost a lot of my weight, my appitite to the point i refused to eat because it of the pains caused by digestion. Docter didnt even know what to do but they mentioned that all the could do was monitor medication. Got distressed after hearing all sorts of conspiracies about evil forces at work in the village as a result of unresolved family disputes, but it wasnt until a visit from few relative pastors who came and prayed for an hour or two in that hospital ward i felt released from oppression and it sounds too good a coincidence i believe my recovery started (i.e. my apetite came back etc). I think God used that smell of that currey to remind me there is reason to be alive.
Posted on: Tue, 25 Nov 2014 09:47:23 +0000
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