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By Eric Okeke
I did not have money to see a doctor. I had been out of job for
seven straight years. My friends and associates had deserted me.
No job, no money, and living in pains.
The pains eased. That was its second coming. I thanked God. But
the pains returned few weeks later. This cycle continued for four
months. I became worried, family members became concerned.
She came back in ten minutes with a taxi and another victim of
lower back pain who offered to take me to his doctor. They
bundled me into the car and we sped off into the Lagos traffic.
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We crashed into the doctor’s emergency room shouting for help.
The doctor, a herbal medical practitioner, diagnosed my problem
and said it is spiritual attack. But he can set me free with a spiritual
bath using water mixed with herbs.
The spiritual bath started with the herbalist splashing the herbal
water all over my body, making incantations. Suddenly, strange
objects that looked like cowries and sea shells began to fall off my
body.
“What are these,” I asked in amazement. “Evil arrows shot at you
by people who want you dead,” replied the herbalist. “I can send
them back to sender, if you want.”
“Please, don’t. I am a Christian.” That was when it dawned on me
that I had gone to a herbal doctor. A shrine beside the bathroom
confirmed my fears. How could I, have gotten into this mess in my
rush for a solution? Who would believe my story?”
I completed the bath and paid the herbalist. But I did not go back.
Word came from my junior brother that I should come to Enugu,
South East, Nigeria, for treatment. I did not have money to travel
by air. The 8-hour journey by road was cheaper. But it was a
nightmare for me because the pains in my waist made it impossible
for me to sit down for that stretch of time.
The trip to Enugu, lying at the back seat of a car, was very
agonizing. The pains were unbearable. My brother was shocked
when he saw me. I was looking gaunt and distressed. My mother
wept uncontrollably saying “they have killed my first son.”
Calming her down was another challenge.
To the hospital. My siblings struggled to bundle me into the
waiting car. Getting me into the doctor’s consulting room was a
bigger struggle. After diagnosis, the surgeon suspected slip disc, a
medical term for dislocation in lumbar sacral region of the lower
back. He recommended an X-ray. He tried to explain, but I was too
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numbed by pains to understand. I exited the consulting room in a
wheel chair.
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arms forward. She stepped forward, knelt down, resting her right
knee on my neck.
Then she started to massage. She pressed on her full weight,
working her way down my spinal column. Getting to my waist, she
did the press-on sideways. Suddenly, she sprang up, a remarkable
feat for a woman probably in her late 50s.
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Eric Okeke is a brand storyteller, author, editor, business writer and media
consultant who is using brand storytelling to improve business returns in
Nigeria. You can reach him on ericosamba@yahoo.com,
ericokeke@gmail.com Tel. +234 803 301 4609