27/07/2026
Amen
Before I was born, my home was full of smiles.
On the day I came, those smiles got even bigger.
“IT’S A BOY!”
Congratulations to Mom.
They Welcomed Me With Smiles
And they gave me a beautiful name: Wisdom.
But without them knowing...
They were welcoming a sickle cell child.
A child who would give them sleepless nights because of pain.
A child who would turn their home into a hospital.
A child who would make them leave their comfortable home almost every day for hospitalizations.
Without them knowing...
They were welcoming a child who would make them abandon important jobs, meetings, and business just to sit by my bed.
A child whose medicine and special food would drain their pockets.
A child who would struggle to finish school.
Without them knowing...
Society would give us all new names.
Not Wisdom.
They called me “Hospital Child.”
They called me “Epileptic Child.”
They called me “Sickle Cell Guy.”
And they didn’t stop there.
They called my Mom “That hospital child’s mother.”
My brother “That hospital child’s brother.”
My sister “That hospital child’s sister.”
As if the whole family was renamed by my condition.
And in the middle of fighting sickle cell...
I inherited another battle: Epilepsy.
Now I fight both. At the same time. Every single day.
BUT...
I still believe in my God.
And I believe that day is coming.
The day I will look back and say: "This is the doing of the Lord. The Lord has done it."
The day my name will transform.
From “Sickle Cell Guy” to “Miracle.”
From “Hospital Guy” to “God’s Doing.”
From “Epileptic Guy” to “Healing.”
From “That hospital child” to “Testimony.”
From “Pain” to “God At Work.”
I am still Wisdom.
And I refuse to let sickle cell or epilepsy have the last word over my life.
To anyone who’s been renamed by their condition: Don’t lose hope.
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