TALES OF A WARRIOR – As was written by a sickle cell student fighter.
We all knew her health condition.
She was always on hospital admission.
And fatigued on many occasion.
They said her problem had no solution.
Her disorder has defiled correction.
Sometimes she missed an examination.
Yet, she always had the first position.
Her eyeballs always showed Jaundice.
She was always in painful crisis.
She also had Avascular Necrosis.
And suffered from Thrombosis,
And was often down with Sepsis.
It was revealed in the diagnosis,
That she had Malaria in most cases.
Her father often lamented.
Her mother always dejected.
Some said the gods they offended.
Made such evil with them resided.
Daily sacrifices for the gods they provided.
Till all they had was expended.
Yet her health was not mended.
The head-teacher told her father one day,
“Your daughter would not live to repay.”
“From spending on her, stay away.”
“All I have said is no gain-say.”
Her father left with a resolve to obey,
Everything the head-teacher did say,
With effect for that day.
Mother and daughter he sent packing,
And was deaf to their pleading.
They didn’t know where they were heading,
Yet they kept on moving.
When the daughter was set setting,
At the front of a gate they were sitting,
Till the owner of the house was coming.
She did invite then in,
And to their tale he did listen,
Till all they had to say had been spoken,
Then he did them enlighten:
“Incompatible genotype is a burden.”
“To many youths, this fact is still hidden.”
“Yet some that have heard would not listen.”
He was willing to give some assistance,
If his offer they gave an acceptance.
In his house they would get food in abundance,
If to his rules they give a compliance.
They put up no resistance,
Since he gave an assurance
Of a monthly allowance
If she could give domestic-assistance
His wife was very compassionate.
True friendship she did demonstrate.
Mother and daughter were fortunate.
They tried not to be ingrates,
To these people who have brought them good fate.
Her benefactors paid the hospital bill,
Many a time when she took ill.
They forced her to take the pill,
If she would not do it out of freewill.
They continued to raise her with their good will,
Hoped one day she would get to the top of the hill,
Because they were sure she had a mental skill.
Oh, she endured body pain.
Optimism she did maintain.
Her eyes set on her future gain,
Because she believed she would reign.
Sickle Cell would not always keep her in chains.
As she grew older,
She learned to drink plenty of water,
But stay away from cold water,
Keep herself from cold weather
To take Folic Acid and Paludrine all together,
As a way of managing her blood-disorder.
Sickle Cell would not her progress hinder.
She later discovered Hydroxyurea,
Then Vaso-Occlusive Crisis became rare,
And Malaria hardly came near,
Her eyeballs even appeared clear.
In class, she continued to lead,
Because she would always read,
And she learned with speed.
She was determined to succeed,
And shame her father’s misdeed.
To the university she did proceed,
When her benefactors had agreed.
She graduated the best student.
Her benefactors witnessed the event.
Her mother could not contain her excitement.
She herself was proud of her achievement.
The university gave her appointment.
And she was sure her father would soon repent.
Today, she has gained a foothold,
While her father is very old.
And she has spent on him in fifty fold,
Though she has every reason to withhold.
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