I Almost Gave Up

  I Almost Gave Up

Im about to unfold a story about a woman who spend almost 6 years with pain. Life is difficult this is a great truth. These past few months and the months to come may be the most difficult you will ever experience in life.

You must remember that you are resilient, capable, hopeful, and strong. You can get through anything you make up on your mind to do but NEVER GIVE UP IN LIFE. We were made for these times. Remember God Will Make A Way When It Seems There's No Way he will be you guide in darkness and light

I remember as it was yesterday,5 years ago I was from my parents’s house “Seibitse and David Mahama” (may their soul rest in peace) after parking my car in the garage unfortunately I didn’t see if there was a stepladder inside my garage.

That stepladder scratched me a little bit it was not that painful. Days and months past it was starting to be a wound very painful wound. I decided it is time to seek for medical exemption. Remember I’m Taking after 2 kids which are orphans, we only survive with my pension money.

There were times I had to spend days in hospital they told me that it is a wound ulcer, I later decided I want to cut my leg leaving with pain was becoming a worst nightmare, I wanted to be free from pain unfortunately the doctors told me that I cant because my leg still has life I should start considering wound scrapping.  

in 2018 I went to Shimangane hospital in Rustenburg for wound scrapping few hours later it was around 19:00, the doctor come to check my wound, guess what she said she told me that “I cant do wound scrapping at the moment because of my wound colour”, remember I thought after this wound scrapping I will no longer feel pain. It was already late but that time there was no transport at all, I had to call many people they didn’t answer my last hope was my son in law

I called him and explained everything to him that I’m discharged I need transport to go home. He came few hours later with my daughter.

Months and days pasted I told myself I have to try traditional healers because I failed in medical exemption well I don’t believe in witchcraft but everything that is happening I really don’t know what to believe anymore.

Someone who was seeing me suffer once referred me to a prophet, by the name of john (not his really name). prophet john told me this is not an ulcer wound they call it “Sefola” he said my neighbours are trying but all means to see me broke and down.

The question I’m asking my self is why they want to see me broke because I’m not working nor rich, I’m surviving with my pension money and I’m supporting 2 orphans 1 is at North west university and the other one is at Orbit Tvet Collage.

Remember I said I don’t believe in witchcraft so I was confused at the moment. Months past and the wound was becoming big and painful, many sleepless nights crying like no bodies business can you imagine a 63-year-old crying?

I told myself I won’t give up until I get help. Later I heard about another prophet by the name of Jafta (not his real name). and every time I told myself I am going to seek for help something bad is coming my way so that I can give up. I went to see prophet Jafta and he told me the very same thing prophet john told me that this is not a wound ulcer it is “sefola’ had to pay thousand of Rands

A part of me wanted to believe but the other part didn’t want. I had to buy salt, candles even oil at prophet Jafta. Imagine buying a salt at R50 the cheapest thing in the world but I had no choice I wanted to heal.

Prophet Jafta told me he’s giving me only 21 days I will be back to normal with no pain, I was very excited. Days and weeks pasted no luck with my wound. I was starting to give up.

On the 15th of February 2019 it was around 03:00 I was in pains I called my grandson Thato who was 22 at that time, To take me to brits hospital luckily he knew how to drive, guess he had to break the car door so that it can be closed.

When we arrived to brits hospital, I was admitted immediately they had to run some few blood tests to know what is the course guess what at the lap “blood test machine” stucked. We had to wait for the next day to try again.

Still the following day no luck I stayed there for few days and came back home. Deep down I wanted to die because I could handle this pain any more.

Few months later my daughter came with a so called “Traditional healer” he used to give me mud to put it on my wound can you imagine that I paid him few Rands. I didn’t know that he is fake until someone in my neighbourhood tell me about him then he stopped to come.

People where now acting as they are healers only to find out they wanted to be paid. I met another prophet by the name of Joshua (not his real name) he told me that I have a calling. A “calling” how so cause there’s no one in my family how was a traditional healer or prophet some prophet gave me stones to bath with. 

No matter what you are going though never ask God why you if not you who else should it be? Just accept everything the way it is and trust in the Almighty God.

My wound made me drink many things I had to drink my urine can you imagine that?

On the 31st of January 2020 I was in pains I couldn't handle I called my grandson to take me to hospital while I'm still waiting for him to arrive I took a nap