It’s not like Prince Abubakar is suddenly being turned to cannon
fodder or some kind of symptom, but his passing, just as he approached the
verge of winning Kogi’s gubernatorial election, is quite instructive, in many
respects.
I thought I should discuss
the matter before it goes cold with the harmattan wind coming so fast and
furious this year. Perhaps, my last reference to the departed Kogi Prince will
be to say his demise is emblematic of how people treat their health with levity
in these parts.
The story I’m about to tell you happened several years ago-a true
life story. On my way home one evening, I met with a friend. He offered me a
cold bottle of star. I gladly accepted the drink. Anyway, while doing justice
to the bottle of larger, which actually led to another bottle (like one thing
always lead to another), I looked down and saw my “friend’s” swollen feet.
Alarmed, I asked him what happened.
Take a listen:
Me: Pally, what’s the
matter with your feet?
Friend: My brother,
enemies! Enemies want to waste your brother.
Me: Which enemies? What
did you do?
Friend: Ask me O! I
don’t know but God knows them and He alone will fight my battle.
Me: What are those marks
(looking closer)!
Friend: Hmmmm…if not the
Mallam, who removed the bad blood inside my legs, I would have been dead by
now.
Me: Mallam cut you???
Whaaaaat?
Friend: My brother, relax.
you won’t understand what’s going on.
Me: No way, my brother.
You took a big risk. How are you sure the Mallam knows what he’s doing? Did he
sterilize the tools he used?
Friend: My brother, I’ve
seen hell.
Me: Did you go to
hospital?
Friend: I went
everywhere before resorting to this Mallam. In fact it was after his treatment
I was able to wear these special sandals.
Me: Which hospitals did
you go to?
(He couldn’t mention
any. Obviously, he was telling lies!)
Anyways, to cut the story short, I pled with him to come to my
office to see the Doctor. Thankfully, he did. The Doctor suffered a double
paroxysm of petrification and angst, when he checked and found my friends blood
pressure way beyond human tolerance.
The Doctor was so
alarmed he begged me to seize his car keys, because he considered him a walking
corpse who, in the course of driving, could pass away and then waste innocent
passers-by and other motorists.
Then, he asked him to
slow down. Don’t wake up before 6am, and even if he did, he shouldn’t get out
bed before 6am (as against 4am when he set out to start his day). Then, he
should take his breakfast of mainly fruits and vegetables make sure he returned
home before 7pm to take a walk around his area before dinner. Then, he
must eat light dinner, preferably vegetables and fruits or any light food.
Avoid alcohol and red meat, in the interim. He must go to bed not later than
9:30pm.
He did as instructed. He
also did an X-ray examination of his heart, which revealed an enlarged heart
and a risk of CVA. Of course, he was susceptible to stroke and diabetes, what
with his massive size (145 Kg)
The Doctor’s
prescriptions combined with change in lifestyle, and the grace of God-I must
add-helped and saved him from untimely death. He’s reading this post.
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