We were 16 when I first saw his episode. I was shocked and confused as the older folks around made attempts to save his life
He was my best friend, our mothers became friends through the bond we shared
But the beginning of our end started like every other day making trouble
He was my best friend, our mothers became friends through the bond we shared
But the beginning of our end started like every other day making trouble
We had snuck off to a field down the street to play 5-aside with the older boys, on what was an unusually hot day.
Our team had taken off their shirts to mark our set before things started to get a little heated.
Our team had taken off their shirts to mark our set before things started to get a little heated.
The other team who’d been sent out by our team refused to leave the field.
They claimed it was a high-ball over the “monkey-post”
Before we knew what was happening fists started flying around. We dragged, punched and lifted our opponents with our sweaty bodies.
They claimed it was a high-ball over the “monkey-post”
Before we knew what was happening fists started flying around. We dragged, punched and lifted our opponents with our sweaty bodies.
But all hell was let loose when Wale,(name changed) my best friend fell to the ground, his head hitting one of the stones that formed our monkey post.
He was unconscious and shaking uncontrollably, as through he’d been hit by a high tension wire.
He was unconscious and shaking uncontrollably, as through he’d been hit by a high tension wire.
The fight broke-up as quickly as it began…
“Warapa!” “Warapa!” my team mates exclaimed as they ran for their dear lives.
Our screams drew passer-by who started calling for a spoon. They said that once he bit his tongue it would be the end of him…
“Warapa!” “Warapa!” my team mates exclaimed as they ran for their dear lives.
Our screams drew passer-by who started calling for a spoon. They said that once he bit his tongue it would be the end of him…
Guess what? We never played 5-aside on our street again.
Although he seemed fine and managed his condition well, our mothers warned us to stay far from him unless we wanted to contact the disease.
I knew life was never going to be the same without my best friend by my side
Although he seemed fine and managed his condition well, our mothers warned us to stay far from him unless we wanted to contact the disease.
I knew life was never going to be the same without my best friend by my side
Today he’s 26 but he’s had to tell every girl or anyone that cared to ask different stories about how he got the scar on his head
He has a great life now, earns a lot of money, but I know somewhere deep down he feels his life is anchored to that one event that changed his life
He has a great life now, earns a lot of money, but I know somewhere deep down he feels his life is anchored to that one event that changed his life
I know there are many people like him who suffer from the stigma and discrimination that comes with epilepsy
He sees his doctor regularly and adheres to his medication. He is living a successful, happy and productive life
Stop the stigmatization! Stop the discrimination!
He sees his doctor regularly and adheres to his medication. He is living a successful, happy and productive life
Stop the stigmatization! Stop the discrimination!
Epilepsy does not hold them back. You shouldn’t either!
