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Sickle cell anemia is not a death sentence! I repeat it is not a death sentence. If you live with sickle cell you are not a disaster waiting to happen..… You can live with it and you can deal with it. For my B.sc degree program I took it upon myself to carry out intensive study on the repressive disease and yes its bad but can be managed and you can live a healthy, close to absolutely normal life  just like every other person…umm.. save for a few… okay a few major bumps… umm nope I retract. Save for some major bumps on the road which can make you feel half the human you are created to be. And that could be really ‘whack!’ Having sickle cell anemia is not your fault. It is negligence on the part of your parents and society. If they had played their role very well, then unlikely for you to have fallen victim… so don’t ever let anyone make you feel sorry for you. You are still the same unique, awesome, terrific, amazing, special person with a

   It’s dusk. not dark yet, early evening around five, six and it is threatening rain. We are seated third floor on the veranda of the ugly hostel. The roof which gleamed white  in a very far away past, housing generations upon generations of students now dirty brown with rust and thick layers of dust with mismatched paint on the walls. pealed white paint over lapping yellow blue pink green   coatings which students have repainted over the years, given it the look of a kindergartens color book. The hostel gate doesn’t even have a signpost probably kicked away years ago and the only significant land mark were the clothes strewn everywhere; in the grass, clothe line, corridors, door way, windows.   If you take a stroll down that road you won’t miss it.   Standing a little off, a massive building decorated with clothing.   I call it the artist joke, or an inside out rainbow.        Three of us on   short plastic stools we liked to call our joko a poor imitation of the