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A Friend in Need

You are reading this, of course, that means you have access to internet, maybe on your phone, office or some random Wi-Fi. In the worst case scenario, you are reading it through a relative’s or a friend’s phone. You are of perfect health, by that I mean you don’t have oxygen tubes around you. Well, you are free, you can roam around freely, visit a friend’s place or make merry wherever you go. Though troubled by your own issues, you are way much blessed than many in agonizing pain and dread.

Suppose in your awesome life, in your strolling you collapse. You pass out and next, you try to penetrate your vision between this blurry curtain of recognition. You are in a hospital bed. All you hear are the clinking sounds of hospital apparatus, the wailing of kids and of course the ambience that reminds you that everything is totally a miss. You are trying to recognize persons sitting close to you. Did you forget your mum’s name? Wait… you cannot feel your legs. ‘Mum am I lame? Will I ever walk again?’ Yes, the doctor, ironically dressed in white is here to give you the sad news, you have a disease you cannot fathom. A condition you will learn to live with forever because there is nothing they can do.

Well, you are not immediately discharged because the disease has and is spreading. Soon you will not feel your hands, eyes, brain etc. You will be rendered ‘useless’. No more clubbing, no more visiting friends, bathing is not the same, eating is not the same, pizza plots are a goodbye and maybe your lover will have to do away with you for he/she wanted an able spouse. Then what would have your life come to? Regret? Lord I wish I did this and that when I could feel my feet? I wish I never wasted my life so bad that even in my incapability I resent it? With the knowledge that you have months to live, what will be running in your mind? Will this be the time to come to God? Will you have a sole purpose to receive Him? Or will your goal be the fear of hell, the need healing or that you are now immobile?

Will you hate yourself for the struggle that you will make others undergo? Well, your parents will sell their last sock for your medication in which the doctors will still affirm that they need more. Your friends will raise awareness for you that the general public will chip in, but the bill will be too huge. Will you now remember your enemies? Those you ill treated coming to see you? What will be your reaction to see those who you hated most are pioneering your campaign? How many stories, pieces of advice will you have in mind to give to those who are living and healthy? How many lessons would you want to give to those who do not know the meaning of losing everything in a flash? How many books would you want to write in a month?

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Another perspective. You are not in hospital, but this friend of yours is. Let’s call her Jane. Well, everyone has a fate, and Jane’s fate was this bad disease. What would be your reaction? ‘Mmmh… Everyone has a cross to carry and her’s is this bad fate. I cannot raise all this amount on my own, even God knows that. I myself am having humongous debts and cannot remember the last time I ate, so all I can do is pray for her.’ You may decide to chip in and help but for how long will you keep the fire burning? How long will you run the race with her? Will you take her trouble and pain as your own? For how long will you do everything, no matter how little from heart and do it good? That even when God sees the action from heaven He empathizes? How whole-heartedly will you give your ALL such that you have no more to give? I believe sharing a cause on your social platform is just an easy stuff. Forming and participating in WhatsApp groups for a common goal is just another #IStandWithJane routine but how do you do it? Would you take an hour to pray for someone? Someone that is not you, your fears or your problems? Wait… You cannot even go that long for your own problem. What about thirty minutes? Thirty minutes of deep intercession for her. One so deep that will leave you crying. One that will leave you short of words and the spirit only intercedes for you using tongues. Maybe that’s too much. What about ten minutes of ‘Father, remember Jane’ routine prayer? Easy right?

How mean can we be? If we cannot spend ten minutes of deep prayer for a friend we spent time with? If we cannot medidate and think about her pain? One whom we, attended events together, attended plots and hangouts together or even someone you don’t even know but have heard it through friends. Organizing and awareness is simple, but how many can constantly push that they become irritating to others? That they become freaks for supporting a cause whole-heartedly? That they give till they cannot give no more and pray till they cannot pray no more?

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*The above story is no way related to the cause raised on this post.

You have probably seen, heard or are participating with the #IStandWithCarol movement. You have seen the #BringCarolHome campaign or are participating in it, you have read blogs about it and seen personalities campaigning for it or are just seeing or hearing about it just now, maybe even in this blog. So who is Carol?

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“My name is Caroline,  I am currently in India fighting for my life and I need your help. My mum accompanied me to india to help me. I was primarily diagnosed with “SLE” (Systemic Lupus Erythematosus) suffering with Renal failure and grade 1 Pancreatitis. The diagnosis was as a result of a flare up of symptoms that started in December 2015. After spending the next three months in hospital, enduring a barrage of tests, blood transfusion, dialysis and numerous occasions to the hospital’s ICU and HDU, no clear diagnosis could be made of my condition. It was at this point we seeked medical advice in India. At this point my Family had spent KES 2 Million trying to save my life. In march 11/2016 I came to India with my mum  leaving my brother alone in Kenya trying to settle our bills. I lost my Father in June last Year due to sickness so my brother and a few relatives were left with the burden of trying to support us with every cent they get. In a week we spend 25, 000 ksh for my dialysis, medication and rent. I was discharged and I now reside in a guest house receiving treatment as an outpatient so every treatment I get at the hospital has to be paid in cash. Global Hospital, Chennai’s Management has been helping me a lot by giving huge discounts and subsidizing costs for my treatment to continue. They are still continuing with my treatment in spite of the fact that my payment of Rs. 2 Million Indian rupees (USD 29757) to the hospital is still pending.  It has been 8 months now and this burden weighs heavily on my family Watching them go through this alone for the last 8 months is so traumatizing for me. I need your help in raising this funds. As I fight this Monster called Lupus, I need you to fight with me financially. Please come to my aid. Pamoja tunaweza. We have a M-changa account for fundraising in which the Paybill No. is 891300 Account no. 8557. I appeal to you for help. Please come to my aid. Find it in your heart, however small it will really help me. My local contact number in India is +91 73586 58331. My uncle (Mr. Julius) in Kenya can be contacted at +254 722 716 337. Global Hospital supporting team (Mr. Richard – Sr. Executive – Intel. Patient Services) +91 90030 98722, email richards.d@globalhospitalsindia.com”

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Carol words are not only heart-wrenching but tear-jerking. They impact you with this immense sadness leaving you concentrated into this pit of mercy. What then does one do after this feeling overwhelms you? Pledge others to share the campaign and do nothing yourself? Well, for my case, I wouldn’t urge you to share the message, that should come in by default. I would urge you however to re-read Carol’s words and medidate upon them. Think of how she writes them on her hospital bed, maybe deep in pain, worried of her single mum who struggles to be strong for her. Think of her thoughts, of how she will be able to fight this monster called Lupus, what her future holds and how she will come out of all this. Think of her brother back in Nairobi hustling to the core and sending all he gets back to India. Should anyone urge you to share her message just to raise awareness or should you give from your heart whatever you have to clear her humongous bill?

Let’s not live in the world of awareness while we are supposed to give whole-heartedly. I do not know Carol personally but I am going to go into deep ponder on her words, give without ceasing and pray without ceasing. Well, I have given in the past but I did not give whole-heartedly. I did not pray as if I were praying for my own sister, I just mentioned a routine prayer. This time round, I am going to change how I give and how I pray not because of the guilt-trip mentality of ‘Tomorrow it might be you’ but because that is exaclty how a person claiming to be upright should do. Why don’t you join me, not only in sharing this message but in giving and praying without ceasing. I devote to give updates on Carol’s situation should I get them.

Lets #BringCarolHome

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Siloma Stephen

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I describe myself as simple yet complex, difficult to fathom and a hard nut to crack. I am made of unfailing love, one that sails my boat and oversees my flaws, one that binds me not on any law but nourishes my soul. I write from my soul, generally anything I feel I need to get off my chest most of which is based on my own life experiences, talents, and passions.

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Siloma Stephen

Siloma Stephen

I describe myself as simple yet complex, difficult to fathom and a hard nut to crack. I am made of unfailing love, one that sails my boat and oversees my flaws, one that binds me not on any law but nourishes my soul. I write from my soul, generally anything I feel I need to get off my chest most of which is based on my own life experiences, talents, and passions.

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