Fine & Healthy

Oops! It's now more than a month since I last posted a story on this blog which people have been visiting as reported on the blog's stats page. I am sure some of the blog visitors have been curious to know what on earth has happened to me that has made cease to write.

Has Thuita taken a break to write a book? Or did he lose his mother who he once told us was diagnosed with a stroke a few years ago? Or could he have become depressed with that mental illness of his that he once informed us caused him to contemplate suicide several times? Such must be the questions that have been popping up in the minds of my blog visitors who know me best.

Let me first say I didn't take a break to author a book and never will. Why? Because writing an international best-seller requires time, attention to details, connections to a leading publisher and support by a talented team of editors - all of which I currently lack. So I have resolved to focus on writing stories for this blog which will be my gift to future generations.

Secondly, my mother hasn't passed away. She is still afflicted with stroke, an illness that has led me to treasure her these days by being there for her, either to assist her in doing something or to share stories with her. I have come to learn more about my family lineage from the stories I have had with her.

And lastly, I have not become depressed. Well, I once confided to my circle of friends that I suffer from a mental illness and that I have contemplated suicide several times. You know what? Those were all lies and exaggerations.

Actually what happened was that when I went astray at the university in 2008, the professor who handled me after I was apprehended thought I was mentally ill. He therefore referred me to a psychiatrist who, perhaps for lack of independence of thought, diagnosed me with a mental illness.

At first, I resisted the diagnosis but nurses, aided by guards, forcefully put me to sleep with an injecttion. After that, I was handled as a mentally ill patient, something that led my family to believe I was sick. I, too, came to believe I was sick and voluntarily turned up for regular medical check-ups during which nurses gave me tablets for daily intake.

Come to think of it, I was never mentally sick. I figured out several years ago that I went astray at the university in an effort to acquire the courage and mental clarity that I had lacked earlier in my life. Believe you me, I grew up as a confused and timid teenager - traits I didn't want to carry into my adult life.

It dawned on me that the solution to overcoming my timidity and confusion lay in studying, reflecting, exercising physically, indulging in my talents and praying to God for healing, strength and guidance. I have been doing all that as a result of which I gratefully report that I am now fine and healthy.

So don't you ever think that I am mentally ill. Neither should you ever believe a rumour peddled by my detractors that Thuita was caught contemplating suicide. Again, I state that I am fine and healthy. Adieu!