27/11/2020
I'm writing this post from a hospital. I'm not the one that was admitted, it's my mom.
Hmmmm...
This post may be long, but I guarantee it will change your life if you adhere to the lessons in here.
So I was called this morning that momsy has been admitted. The doctor said the BP is too high, and the sugar level too is way too much.
Momsy asked me over the phone if they should start the treatment? And I was like "before nko?"
My mom feels bad for me because she believes she's making me spend "unnecessarily" on her.
For almost 3yrs, I've spent roughly 100k to 150k per month to keep her healthy.
BACKSTORY: I came from a very poor background. My mom was an ugu farmer and she sold ugu leaves at different markets. My dad was a mechanic.
They both worked their lives out to train us. Forget the success that I have now, there was nothing rosy or luxurious about my childhood.
I was poor.
One early morning around 5am, when momsy was going to Agege market with a big bag of ugu leaves on her head, she was knocked down by a truck into a deep man-hole around Pen Cinema junction.
The truck driver didn't stop to bring her out. He just sped off. She broke a couple of bones that morning.
Thank God for some Deeper Life Church members that were returning from vigil who heard her cry from the gutter, brought her out and took her to the hospital.
This happened about 11yrs ago while I was still in the university. So there was nothing I could do from where I was.
About 3yrs ago, she was diagnosed of diabetes and hypertension. So it's been from one hospital to another, till we found one where the treatment worked relatively well on her.
So we come here for check-up, almost every two weeks like clockwork.
Now, old age is telling on her. Plus all those stress from her many years of farm work and the accidents... Everything is now compiling to weigh her down.
I understand her health situation, so I'm willing to spend whatever it takes to keep her healthy.
But it hurts her that I'm spending money on her. She wishes that the money could be put to good use, maybe in something like an investment.
When I got to the hospital today, she immediately started apologizing that she has made me come to spend money again.
Me that I'm glad that God keeps blessing me with more than enough to take care of her, plus my siblings.
Earlier this week when she complained of changes she was noticing, I sent money instantly and asked her to go to the hospital.
She rather called a certain doctor who she knew from church to come treat her at home. She said it was a cheaper option.
She was trying to save cost on her health. I wasn't comfortable with it, but nah my mama. I no fit shout for her.
Rather than getting well, she grew worse. The home service doctor no sabi work sha. And e don collect money go.
Then yesterday, I heard that momsy packed some things and said she was going to church to stay.
"Church no be hospital nah. Momsy please go to a hospital. Me that you're trying to save money for, I'm not complaining oooh."
She didn't pay attention to me.
Then this morning around 11:30am, I was told that she was rushed to the hospital.
Nah so me sef rush dey come hospital. I got here around 1pm and I've been here since. I'll probably sleep here.
The money she was trying to save for me, I've spent twice that amount last last. The doctor was angry that she stayed away till the condition got this bad before coming over.
What is the essence of money if you can't spend it on your loved ones...?
Hmmmm...
The story of my life...
Take note that this is not just about my mom. It's about all of us. We most times try to cut corners with our health.
The first 2wks of November was terrible for me because I too was ill. I didn't take care of my health even when I had all the signs of an impending breakdown.
I would just swallow paracetamol tablets and move on. Last last, nah 4 drips dem give me, plus so much tablets, my spirit and soul were probably smelling of medicine.
I was having a chat with Meziem Desire recently when he told me he wasn't feeling too alright. I told him not to play with his health.
Last last, nah hospital my guy land.
We as entrepreneurs tend to take this thing for granted. We want to work 18hrs a day, all year long.
This body no be firewood oooh.
E go do you like film when you go breakdown. And there will be nothing you can do about that work that you're doing busy body for.
Keep your health first. Don't replace medical attention with prayers. Church no be hospital.
God was not dumb when he gave wisdom to the children of men to discover medicine. Use your head if you plan to stay alive to eat this money you're hustling for.
This evening, I was talking to one of my team members to schedule a zoom meeting for tomorrow and he was like he will be working the whole of tomorrow till like 11pm.
No space to rest.
And he's telling me that he learnt it from me. He is hustling to bring in the bread.
Please, I want to beg all of you not to learn bad thing from me. I've learnt my lesson. Don't let it be your case.
Don't breakdown before you choose to rest.
I don talk finish.
Ya gazie ✌️
