[governance] Thanks to all of You for Your show of Love during my recent agony

[Nyangkwe Agien Aaron]

Dear all

I can understand that still being uber cionvalescence, I could
scriblle some misunderstanding things as my earlier posting about the
hell fire that I just went through attested.

Please find below a clearer version

With Love

Aaron


Thanks to all of You for Your show of Love during my recent agony

Love and real solidarity can make wonders as a lot of you have made me
to realize during the couple of weeks that I almost quit this world
after a motorcycle knocked me down and the deadly Tetanus took on its
own to wipe me away from the list of the Cameroon’s population.
Many of you showed your love for me materially and through prayers.
Without you, there was no way I could have afforded the at least 25000
FCFA that was needed daily for my treatment. A treatment that was
described by Dr Nkeng, the Specialist that took care of me (more on
this later) at Laquintine Hospital,as exceptional.

It was around 8:20 PM (Cameroon time) on August 13th, that I was
returning home when a motorcycle without lights stroke me as I engaged
to cross the road. No vehicle was circulating at that moment, I had
ascertained, else one would have crushed me and possibly the
motorcycle rider to dead. I sustained a big wound my head near my left
ear.  As I struggled to look for some piece of tissue to tie the
wounded portion to stop the oozing blood, The Bike rider profited and
escaped thus abandoning me to my fate. A Good Samaritan (bike rider
co-incidentally) carried to a nearby hospital. The first question that
the nurse asked me was “do you have money?” I turned and pointed to my
right back pocket of my trousers. She pulled out a note of FCFA 10
000. And she responded in French that “he has money”. Before then, I
tried to reach my children and family members to inform them of what
happened to me. But the Cameroon mobile telephone network failed
woefully that evening. Some Nurses offered to take the numbers and try
the calls to no avail.

I was conveyed into a room where about four injections were carried
out around the wounded portion of my head. Thirteen stitches were
later carried out and some drugs that will last for 5 days were given
to me to taking. I was told to eat before taking the drugs and then
advised to retire home. The Samaritan bike rider had not left the
hospital. “Pa I wanted to be certain that some treatment was done to
your wound before I could leave”. He asked me where I lived and it was
just some two kilometres away. He offered to carry me home. When I
arrived home with a shirt soaked with blood, my first son fumed with
anger as to why did not call. Thank God, the Bike rider was there to
tell him that his Dad and even nurses at the hospital tried to reach
all them but none of the numbers were responding. But my son added “my
girl friend just called me not up to three minutes ago how comes it
that my Dad  who is almost dying could not reach me” as he led me to
my room but I offered to lie on the sofa in the parlour.

Before I could wake up the next morning, my left side of the head has
swollen and my left eye was almost closed. I ran back to hospital and
the Nurses told me no to worry because what happened was the effect of
the shock and that all will be fine in the next couple of days. I
returned home and continued taking the drugs and truly to what the
nurses said things started becoming normal. I went to see my boss and
good friend at an NGO where I was volunteering to inform her that I
should be in the office in a couple of days.

When I returned home I discovered I had difficulties opening my mouth
normally and was frequently biting my tongue. I took a piece of paper
and succinctly described what happened to a friend Doctor who
prescribed some drugs. My Daughter who went there with the letter
bought but one of the drug and we needed FCFA 20000 to buy the
remaining drugs. It was there that I sent her to my boss to raise the
money so that I could buy the drugs. My daughter presented the letter
I wrote to the Doctor. My boss seized the letter and told my daughter
that “your father that I know is a journalist, what does he know in
medicine to be sitting in his room and writing thinks to Doctors. Is
he a medical laboratory technician?” My boss instead pulled out FCFA
5000 and gave it to my daughter, gave her cell phone number and told
her to go and take me to the hospital immediately and then call her to
inform her in which hospital they were. Before my daughter returned, I
had gone to have a bath the little water I dropped on my head so as to
soap it cause me to loose breath immediately. I ran out of the bath
room naked, knocked at the door of my second son furiously but he had
left. I ran into the parlour naked and fell on the ground in front of
my last son who in confusion stood and was watching at what was
happening to his dad. The three children of my sister that came
holidaying watched the scene in awe. I could neither breath through
the mouth nor the nose. My world was coming to and end but something
told me to take the table cloth and wipe my head, which I did. I then
started breathing again. I asked my son to go to the bath room and
bring my towel which I used in cleansing my body.

As I laid to rest, my daughter returned and said that my boss has
instructed that I should be taken to the hospital. I told her that I
needed money for drugs not the hospital, my first son who followed the
discussion from his room swooped in. I read see anger on his face when
he told me that “Papa wake up and let us take you to the hospital as
instructed”

I was taken to the Military Hospital (noted for the hospitality and
less avaricious nature of its staff). When we arrived, the female
Doctor placed her working instrument and tested my two nerve centres.
I saw her carry her hands on her head and screamed that I had Tetanus.
She ordered that two anti-tetanus drugs should be administered on me
immediately. This was done and I was told that I’ll be hospitalized
and certain laboratory exams were prescribed. My daughter returned to
my boss and came back with money for the test that could be carried
out at sites out of the military hospital. We went for the exams and
when we returned I was assigned into a room that was a mosquito abbot.

My son screamed that my dad cannot sleep with mosquitoes. He invited
my daughters and my niece out for consultation. A few minutes later he
came back and told me that “we have decided that you are not going to
sleep here under theses mosquitoes we’ll get back home and reach for
another hospital”. The y went to see the Doctor or my medical card and
the lady refused saying that I had slept on the bed for more thirty
minutes and must pay for that time. My kids abandoned the document
with her and came along with the test reports. They did not a priori
inform my boss of their action as my boss was making contacts with
military hierarchy so that I am lodged comfortably.

Before I could warm a seat at my home, my boss swooped in accompanied
by a colleague and ordered me to stand up and enter her vehicle and
she drove me to a very comfortable private clinic. The Doctor said
over the phone that I should lie and he will take care of me in the
morning when he arrives but that if things appeared abnormal, he could
be called.

I laid down inn the room and started to read a book while my son was
at the waiting room iterneting on his lap top. My bathroom incident
came back but this time more violently. I had bitten my tongue and
blood was oozing out. I could not breathe again and jumped to the
waiting room where my son (Emmanuel) was. When he saw he jumped and
held me below my arms (just by mere intuition). If he had clamped my
arms down, I would have been no more on this earth. This lasted for
almost 7 to 9 minutes. In the main time, I walked in dream toward a
crowd of people, some were playing draughts, some eating and others
playing music while some were playing some other games. As I moved
towards that crowd, an old tall and bulky old mum asked where I was
going to and I told her that I was going to join the group. She told
me that “nobody wants you here (in Pidgin English)”.  I stubbornly
continued walking towards the crowd and she raised and big walking can
and tried to hit me with it. It was then that I ran back and started
breathing again. I sat down and discovered that I was constantly
biting my tongue. I decided to take a spoon put it handle in my mouth.
The sound of the bite of the spoon handle scared my son and even the
nurses.   It is then that my boss-riend called the special services of
the Laquintine Hospital to come with a specialized vehicle and carry
me to that hospital that was more equipped to handle my case.
Surprisingly, when we arrived at Laquintine Hospital, the medics there
instead gave credits to the nurses of my former clinic for having the
smart idea of putting a spoon in my mouth not knowing that it was done
by me.

Dr Nkeng examined me and said that my situation was worse than people
were seeing. I over heard him telling a nurses that if I survived the
next two hours then I should consider myself lucky. Then I saw my
boss-friend crying and asking me where I was going to. “Do you know
that we have a lot to do together in next coming days?”

She did not only do that, but did inform my professional colleagues of
my situation and aroused prayer groups of Christian Scientists around
the world. Honestly, I wasn’t a member of the Christian Science but I
have decided to become one.

Why? Dr Nkeng called me into his office a day before I was discharged
to inquire where I was from and how old I really was. When I gave him
my Identity card, he told me “big brother, I am certain that you will
live fore another 56 (my real age) or more years” And to add, for the
numbers of years that I have been heading this service, I have never
received some one of your sickness status and he survived” He said
that he was going to use my medical file (he also took samples of my
urine) and carry out a study to determine how my body resisted such an
attack.” He pulled a note of FCFA 2000 and gave me (a rare case from
Doctors who are fun of receiving only). As I was leaving his office he
told me that what happened to me was like say some one threw a bomb,
the bomb explodes at you and you remained intact I replied that  “I
was saved by prayers made by many people around the world and the good
services provided by his staff” I was administered 73 drips and 63
anti-tetanus were injected on my buttocks not counting other
drinkables.. All this was possible thanks to your generosity and
prayers from Cameroon, Canada, US, Kenya and South Africa.

When I returned to my house, people were coming and looking at me not
to sympathize, for many I was like an object in a zoo as news has gone
that ‘Nyangkwe is gone”

What happened to me is God’s love to all of you.

With Love from

Aaron


-- 
Aaron Agien Nyangkwe
Journalist-OutCome Mapper
C/o
P.O.Box 5213
Douala-Cameroon
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