A lady has attempted suicide overpressure by her family to get married. Her friend narrated the painful ordeal of how the lady has been maltreated and degraded by her family because she is not married.
When she couldn’t take it, she attempted to take her life and mixed some things to end her pain.
Her family saw her in a pool of her own vomit but couldn’t help as her mother placed a curse on anybody that helps her.
She wrote, “I almost lost a friend two days ago to suicide after enduring years of emotional, physical and psychological abuse from her birth parents, most especially the mom. The peeps she wanted to end her life for were not even bothered if she lived or died.
She texted me the early morning that day to thank me for being a good friend to her, I took it as one of her jokes until she told me she had attempted suicide the previous night but failed. She had mixed hydrogen peroxide with klin (only God knows the quantity she took) and had downed everything. I asked what happened and she told me, I couldn’t help but cry and beg her. She insisted on taking the same mixture again, I kept begging and praying God to touch her heart. All this was about 6 a.m. It wasn’t long, she said she was vomiting blood. I asked if there was anyone at home to help her. She said the mum had instructed no one to touch her and even placed a curse on who will touch her.”
“I went crazy. I quickly put on my clothes, took a Keke down to her house. I met her in a pool of her bloody vomit. I throw on her a gown bra and slippers, lifted her and managed to get her downstairs to a waiting Keke straight to the hospital. I had called the boyfriend when I was on my way and he sent some money. On our way to the hospital, she passed outstretched, even the Keke man joined me to cry and pray to God. I called my mother to help me pray, she said, call on the God you worship.
They asked me to buy a card first before she will be attended to. I went but the woman in charge of the card thing wasn’t on sit. I went back to them and no one answered. A doctor who had finished his night shift heard me shouting and crying, he asked what the matter was I took him to a corner, knelt down and told him everything, begging him to save her life. He took her vitals and referred her to a General Hospital. I burst into another round of wailing. It was obvious she will not make it cos the distance was just too far.”
“He asked I took her to the female ward. When I got there, the nurses asked for a card which I didn’t have, and while I was trying to beg them, the matron recognized me, she is wife to one of my professors and she bought crayfish from me once. She asked what happened, I told her everything and what my friend had taken. She instructed her to be put in the bed asap and made sure she was revived. The doctor asked me to get Activated Charcoal, I went to the clinic’s pharmacy, they didn’t have. I ran out like a madwoman barefooted, picked the next Keke I could find and started looking for a pharmacy that had it. After 6 pharmacies, the 7th had it. I paid, got the drugs and started back to the hospital. She was stable when I got back.”
“All these while, she had been asking for her kid sis, I called thesis to meet me in the hospital that the sister was dying. She didn’t show up till 6:30 p.m that day, didn’t sit up to 3mins and went back. When she woke up to see only me by her side, she started crying.
I was relieved she would survive with just inflamed intestines. The nurses gave me a list of drugs to buy and I got them all. Made her eat and took her drugs. She asked if any of her family members came, I said none, the disappointment on her face was accurate. She kept thanking me and blessing me and promised to repay me. I told her the only payment I needed was for her to be alive. African parents need rehabilitation and reorientation on parenting. I don’t know why marriage should be a yardstick to measuring success in life. Cut off toxic family members and start life over again. They don’t care if you live or die.
Thank you to all the nurses who attended to her and gave her counselling. I pray she realises there is more to this life.”
