Experience Stories

I write this in my time of pain, it feels like hell. I've all but lost my vocals..... (Entonox starts)  I am Azinge1 and this is real pain, thunder and brimstone endured by my back. At this point, I can only think of death, weakness and greatness....
I've pitied myself enough but it's time 2 b strong. The ambulance guy just came to check up on me, he's alot better than I thought earlier. It was hard this time but I take solace in d fact that I have been strong...after all I had no other option. If my body fights on, if my heart remains relentless after encountering it's fair share of trauma, then maybe...,just maybe... I have a story to tell....

Finally, as my pain settles, I have been humbled, I have endured, I have wept, I have sickle cell.
Then again another pain creeps in... My eyes are empty; I've got no more tears, what type of genetic disorder makes a body beat itself? Even to death!  This is sickle cell, this is pain, this is real, it's my cross and I’ll carry it, not with a smile but because I have no other option but to do so. I guess I am living the dream, nightmare in this case... And I only pray I wake up before the grave.....

Dad says to me: after thunder comes calm. My tears can't even tell my story. My scars don't begin to explain, Lord into your hands I commit my spirit...But when I get to heaven, you owe me an explanation. In my head, I hear Lionel Richie how long must this feeling go on.
Here we go, again, another pain another day.... This time it’s from the bone, I think I’ll die alone in this world....They say only a fool says there is no God, at this point it hurts me to say I'm a fool.. Whoever says men don't cry, I beg your forgiveness 4 I constantly lose my masculinity in your sight.
Please don't weep 4 me, weep 4 those unable to afford hospital
AZINGE1