I lay coiled in the middle of my black mahogany bed, in the middle of the night. I love that bed. It’s so black. So big that we lie in it from any corner and fit just fine. Carved into its massive headboard are exquisite designs that I never tire gazing at. They remind me of the famous door designs of Lamu Island. But at that midnight hour in the first week of May 2021, my bed’s exquisite headboard designs were the last thing on my mind. My mind was blank. My moods were as dark as the moonless night that was crouching outside my window. I had a high fever. I think. My skin was so sensitive that I had hurled the duvet to the floor. My throat was as dry as my eyes were wet. Mon corps était comme une couverture mouillée. My body was like a wet blanket. I was sick. Technically it was a bad, bad cold. But only God and Dr. Kioko (my ex personal doctor) could know for sure what I was suffering from.
Sickness. Ugonjwa. Maladie. Enfermedad. Whatever language you use to refer to it, sickness seizes the body and mind then twists them into a pitiful state. The best way to deal with sickness is to, as much as possible never open the door for it whenever it knocks. There are three ways of keeping that door firmly shut - entertain positive thoughts; eat healthy food and get enough rest. This may seem simple enough but you will be hard pressed to find people who combine these three on a consistent basis. Today, now, open the door of your life to these three and you will see how the beautiful breeze of health will start blowing into your life and leaving health in its trail. Plus smiles in your kidneys, lungs and the rest of your body.