Drug Abuse

Say no to drug abuse.

#SAYNOTODRUGABUSE

I will not put the blame of my horrendous fate on myself alone, but to everything that surrounded me, from the least of being to the highest of life. I write to you with grievances and pains painted in my heart. I grew up as a workaholic, one who never wants to loose focus, not even slightly, so much that my CEO will never stop blessing me with awards every now and then, the least of award I received in a year is not less than four, ranging from the Award for Best Company Staff, Company Icon Of The Year, Most Punctual, Most Active Staff to the Most Friendly Staff.

I had my masters in accounting at age 30, all thanks to my beloved parents of blessed memories, death denied them from reaping what they had sown; they died in a traffic collision few months after my graduation, it was a sad one for me, and the memories are still stamped on my mind, I got married three years after I got my first job, then I was 35.
My wife had our first child when I was 40; exactly the same age my father gave birth to me, and it seems history repeats itself.

Adebimpe at 10, had already grown so beautiful and promising, her future looks so bright; just like her father, she was always to grab the school awards, her brilliancy can never be compared to none in the school she attends, so much that she goes head to head with her seniors in school and get the better of them most times.
How beautiful can I describe her?, but something wasn’t fine about her, she seems to fall sick most often, I will say; about ten times in a month, and this was a serious concern, sometimes I had to resume late or go AWOL from work, awards and efficiency at my place of work dwindled but I was less concerned, I believed my daughter was my priority. We hired a family physician, as an approach to solving her health issues.

It went on like that, until when she turned 15 and was about to write her final school certificate examination.
That mournful day, she collapsed after writing her final paper, we thought it was the stress she had gone through while preparing for her exams, I wasn’t available as I was facing the disciplinary committee qt my place of work, I was charged for my habitual lateness and absenteeism, and eventually I got a sack sanction as the authority final decision.
The news got to me via phone call, that my daughter had collapsed and presently at the hospital, while I got to the hospital, I was told that she had been transferred to the theatre; theatre! I screamed bleeding out tears.
Twenty minutes later; the surgeon walked hurriedly out of the operation room asking at the same time, the father of the girl in question. ‘I’m here’ I replied.
We hurried to his office, myself and my wife, but she was advised to wait behind.
Good day sir; he said.
Yes sir! I nodded as my heart continues to beat more rapidly.
‘Please sir, you need to be calm and more so do well to console that poor woman, you are the man here and you need to act like one.
As if he was speaking to the sky, my eyes continuously glue at his mouth with my lips seeming to be unmovable.
‘your daughter seems to be in a critical situation; study confirms she is a sickle cell patient and also suffers a severe damage in her lungs; her responses to exhalation and inhalation is very poor, we noticed this was as a result of the use of drugs more frequently than normal, and some of these drugs had caused the damages.
Words could still not escape my mouth on hearing this; it was like, “please ground, open and swallow me”.
So! What we do now? She is my only daughter, please save her’ I muttered with tears.
An emergency surgery, you should meet the account units for the bills and make some deposit.

Story cut short

Adebimpe left to never return again, few minutes before the commencement of the surgery, what a sadden experience; she died of a serious lungs disease as a result of the use of drugs without medical advice.
I couldn’t stop pondering on how and why an educated woman like my wife heeded to the advice of her friend to consult uncertified pharmacists, she opened up to me when I never stopped pestering on her, she had said that her friend Mama Toyin introduced her to the pharmacist who serves as their family consultant, Mama Toyin had told her that; her son used to fall sick more often when he was young; and the pharmacist was the brain behind his wellbeing,  without a confirmed diagnoses the pharmacist treated illness for illness, with no laboratory test conducted, she was ignorant and my poor child was innocent,  she realized the damage she’d caused us, but it was rather too late to control.

My beautiful caring wife couldn’t fight the shock and as a result of an increased blood pressure that couldn’t be controlled even thou she was  placed on medications, she couldn’t resist but joined her daughter on a journey of no return.
As if those weren’t enough; my friend, Mr. Akanbi who was appointed to head the Accounting Section at the company I worked before I was dismissed, dragged me into alcoholism, he believes that was the ideal way to fight depression, how helpless I was, I moved with him and became master of the bottle, and now, excessive intake of alcohol had resulted into alcoholic liver disease; my chance of living is just one quarter of an half.

And those were reasons why I am where I am; in a federal teaching hospital waiting for God’s intervention. I hope to live again; probably at age 62, a new generation can revive.

My wife was ignorant, and with all her education, still fed our only child with drugs that are dangerous to her state of health and hence; without medical advice, the effect of drug abuse had probably done more badly on me than my ill- luck. The pharmacist prognoses diagnoses for diagnoses and so many people will also be falling in the category that my wife fell into, THE INGNORANT DRUG ABUSERS.
With tears, I write to every parents, children, youths and the whole world to stay away from drugs without medical advice as it a form of drug abuse, just like it had extirpate my immediate descendants, likewise the intake of Alcohol and other hard drugs is never a solution to burying ones depression, rather it adds to ones complications; like I was diagnosed of Alcoholic liver disease, I was ignorant; and only a miracle can save me. Say no to any form of drug abuse, as it gradually damages one’s life.
From Mr. Akinyemi with a sorrowful heavy heart.

By am_adebisilateef