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On Wednesday 28th November I got a video from my friend Gloria on whatsapp.
I had had a particularly long day and I figured it was one of those viral comic videos.I got ready to laugh hysterically. Instead I could only cry.
It was a video of her mum saying “hello, how are you…? I am fine” and then mentioning about 3 names. I was one of them.
See several months ago I began praying for her. Why, you may ask? Read the story below written by her daughter and you shall find out.
I got the call on Feb 22. I had just graduated on Feb 4 and was still in a stupor over the celebrations. I remember my mom had danced non-stop doing paka-chini and not giving a hoot who saw! She was happy for her baby as she fondly calls me.
It was at 6:30am. It was my mom’s number. I knew she had a little malaria and I had talked to her the previous night so when I picked up I was like, “Hi mommy, what’s up?” My aunt’s voice just replied in the most unemotionless voice, “Your mother had a stroke. Come now!”
I don’t remember much of the journey except that I could not afford to panic. Every time I tried to call my aunty on my way there, her number wouldn’t go through and I could only hope for the best. I finally reached Ishaka Hospital in a daze. I remember I arrived at the gate and met one of my mom’s relatives and she had that pitying look in her eyes that I would soon get accustomed to. She took me straight to my mom’s ward.
There were some women whispering in the hospital corridor and no one said a thing to me.
I approached my mom’s bed and I could not believe what I was seeing. That wasn’t my mom lying helpless there with here beautiful brown face turned black and twisted.
It took all of my strength not to collapse. I had to be strong. Then she opened her eyes and tried to say my name. I wanted to cry!
My mom, my hero, my superstar mommy was lying there paralyzed from head to toe on her left side. But in those first 48 hours she couldn’t move at all.
>>>>Fast forward,20 months later, she has made a steady progressing recovery. The person who was once bedridden can dress herself, feed herself and walk without help (albeit really slowly but its better than nothing). And yesterday, she danced (ok, wiggled a little) for me.
For a woman who was in her prime (she had just turned 50), it was hard for her to come to terms with having to rely on others for basics like showering. It’s been a tough learning experience but with each day am thankful that I still have her in my life.
And I’m glad that on Feb 4th 2011, I let her have the party she wanted. I am glad she screamed loudest when the chancellor read my name; and am glad she danced so hard. And most of all, am glad that she still gives me those warm hugs. I love u mom! GOD WORKS IN MYSTERIOUS WAYS!