WHAT LIFE TOOK FROM ME

SYNOPSIS OF WHAT LIFE TOOK FROM ME

The outline of What Life Took From Me is a mixture of sweet, sour, and totally bitter. When death came bursting in through my front door I wasn't ready for the storm that was about to blow the roof of my house off leaving my son and me out in the rain. I know no one is ever prepared for death but this one really swept us off our feet. It bulldozed through our life and left us in wreck. It hit the bullseye, where it hurts most. The first three months were hell fire. I couldn't figure out a way to channel my grief like at all. How can I forget crying myself to a point of total blackout? How can I forget being unable to literally pick myself up from the floor of my house and spending chilly nights coiled up on the cold floor like a prisoner? I was a prisoner. Imprisoned in my own body and unable to escape.

How can I forget holding a handful of sleeping pills ready to gulp them down thinking it was the only way to relieve me of this impossible pain that was killing me? When I say my son saved me from literal death I mean suicide. Every night I was about to self-harm and he was right there staring me right in my face. As if to say "Who are you leaving me with?" How can I forget breaking down in the most awkwardest of places? public transport, road side, place of work, supermarket, hospital, bathroom, you name it. How can I forget going to church then having a crisis right in front of church gate? When I remember the pain that God had just put me through and here I was going to the place he is believed to be strongly present was like coming face to face with my oppressors.

The pot was no longer boiling but steaming. I saw the imminent threat of my death. I saw my son a total orphan. I saw that rid blow off and all hell break loose. I knew worse was coming to worst and that how this Facebook page was born. "El dolor de mi Corazon" A Spanish phrase meaning "The pain of my heart" Typing each article in this page was like de-pressuring a pressure cooker but after few days the pressure has already accumulated once more. I decided to tell because bottling it all inside was killing me slowly. That was until some of you, my readers, encouraged me to write a book instead. That was the best idea anyone has ever given me. The journey of writing What Life Took From Me begun at half year way into grief.

From the word go this book was never ordinally. The most unique part was the fact that I was expressing myself in real life. The expression, every feeling, the mood, the layout. I was re-living the experience one more time. The mood of every chapter was the mood I was personally on that exact moment. I wrote each and every sentence feeling exactly what I was expressing. Chapter one begins at PCEA Thogoto Hospital Mortuary. This was the hardest of all chapters. That exact moment I came face to face with death. What I felt, What I heard, What I smelled, What I saw. The reconstruction of flow of events felt so surreal. Every second of every minute. Needless to say I was giving my laptop a tears bath because I felt like I was back there once more. I felt like I was killing Frank all over again.

Chapter two picks on my childhood. A time in my life when I had little to nothing to worry about. A time when nothing ever happened. Well, that was until what we knew as HOME begun showing cracks. These cracks were never mended in time and gradually they became rifts. Eventually it all fell apart. Brick by brick all the way down to the very foundation. Talk of "Usipo ziba Ufa utajunga ukuta" few chapters down comes my happy days, also the last two years of my senior school. Roller-coaster of late teenage years. Taste of love. The first time experiencing how it feels to love and be loved back unconditionally. Puppy love and all it consequences and oh boy did the later catch up with us?

Few more chapters down the moon and sunshine begin fading. The stars are covered by darker clo

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