I could not explain what happened to me; but all I knew was that I felt empty within me and I knew I was dying gradually. What could be the cause of my illness as it was not the first time I would go to a hotel with a lady? The doctors could not find anything wrong with me; all they said was that I needed some rest when right within me, I knew I was dying.
I tried to explain to one of the doctors and he later sent me for a blood test which revealed virtually nothing and it was after that I became scared because of the way I was feeling, I didn’t know how a doctor could say I was okay. After two weeks in the hospital, without any improvement, the doctors invited my parents and advised them to take me home to find solution to my illness as it was beyond orthodox medicine.
Hence, my father asked me series of questions which I didn’t answer candidly. I knew I was dying, but at least, there are some things you dare not tell your parents. My parents spent so much money on this illness, after I was discharged from the hospital; they took me to a traditional medical practitioner.
