I started to fight it in the dream but began to feel weak and was eventually beaten. Soon after that, I fell terribly ill again and was sick for the next three (3) to four (4) months. My siblings fell ill here and there but mine was very constant.
I would have only about five (5) days of good health before I would fall terribly ill again; and, at some point, I just stayed ill. I could not move around much or even eat. I remember one night when I fell asleep and felt my intestines being twisted, almost like they were mangled up inside my body.
I was in severe pain and everyone was asleep. Even when I tried to wake the next person for help, I could not even let out a whimper. I managed to reach for the bottle of water next to me, I prayed over the water and asked the Lord to reach my organs and cause the pain to cease. Then, I drank the water.
I do not remember if I rebuked anything; but, as I drank the water, I felt my intestines loosen immediately and I felt relief and was able to sleep. At a point, medications stopped working. It did not matter if I took malaria tablets or antibiotics, I was always sick.
My mother turned to natural remedies to cure me so I would drink cocktails from boiled leaves of plants, sit under a blanket and inhale the steam of these boiled leaves. I felt much better but the illness kept recurring. At this point, I concluded that it was no longer ordinary. I had never been that ill in my life and I had never fallen ill so frequently so I told my parents that I wanted to leave the village.
To Be Continued…
Miraculous Monday: 21st April 2025
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