It’s past midnight, and I find myself here at the clinic, hoping to get assistance as soon as possible. For the better part of yesterday, I truly believed I was on the path to recovery. I clung to that hope, thinking rest and time would bring relief. But as the hours passed, my condition took a turn for the worse. Now, I sit with pain coursing through my body, uncertainty gnawing at the edges of my peace. The fear that lingers most is the possibility of paralysis — a terrifying thought that threatens to break my spirit. But even in this moment of fear and vulnerability, I hold on tightly to my faith. Jehovah, whom I serve, never sleeps nor slumbers. He is my ever-present help in times of trouble. When my strength fails, His remains. When my hope flickers, His promises shine brighter. I don’t know what the next few hours hold, but I know who holds me through them. Keep me in your prayers. And to those who dabble in juju, my life is not in the hands of man, but in the hands of the Almighty