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Wisdom's sickle cell journey, KABANANA SITE/SERVICE, Lusaka (2026)

20/08/2026

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19/08/2026

ENOUGH IS ENOUGH — ZAMBIANS, LET US WAKE UP 🇿🇲😥
Enough is enough.
Zambians, Zambians, Zambians… where is our Ubuntu? Where is the love, respect, compassion and humanity that once made us proud to say “One Zambia, One Nation”?
It is honestly becoming so shameful to tell an outsider, “I am a Zambian.” 😥🇿🇲 Not because I am ashamed of my country, but because of what we are becoming as a people.
Zambia was known for peace, Ubuntu, hospitality and unity. But today, we are increasingly divided by politics, tribalism, hatred and intolerance. We insult one another, disrespect one another and sometimes celebrate when another Zambian is suffering simply because they belong to a different political camp.
And now we have reached a point where people are making memes about the dead and making fun of those who have lost their lives. 💔
When did we lose our humanity?
How can someone's death become entertainment simply because that person supported a different political party or held a different opinion? Regardless of political affiliation, a dead person deserves dignity and respect.
We may disagree with someone while they are alive, but death should remind us of our humanity—not become an opportunity to mock, celebrate or humiliate them.
How did we get here?
How can we call ourselves one nation when we can no longer tolerate each other's opinions? How can we speak about peace while allowing political differences to destroy our relationships and communities?
Why are we watching things fall apart around us and pretending as though everything is normal? Why are innocent souls being lost? Why are innocent people being jailed? Why are some citizens becoming afraid to speak their minds?
Politics should never make us lose our humanity.
We can support different political parties and still respect one another. We can disagree politically without becoming enemies. We may support different leaders, belong to different tribes or come from different regions, but at the end of the day, we are still Zambians.
Our diversity should be our strength, not the reason we hate one another.
We need to stand for one another and defend one another—not because we belong to the same political party, tribe or region, but because we are one people under one Zambian flag. 🇿🇲
When one Zambian is hurting, we should care. When one Zambian is being silenced, we should speak up. When one Zambian faces injustice, we should not look away simply because we disagree with them.
Today it may be someone else. Tomorrow, it could be you.
Sometimes I ask myself: Is this another independence that we must fight for as Zambians?
If we must stand up again, then let us stand for freedom, justice, truth, peace and human dignity. Let our voices be heard, but let us not answer oppression with violence or hatred. Let us be courageous without destroying each other.
I am speaking as a young male Zambian youth who genuinely cares about the future of this country. Born Zambian, raised Zambian, and I will die Zambian. 🇿🇲
I am ready to stand for my country. I am ready to speak for those who feel voiceless. I am ready to defend what is right—but I refuse to hate another Zambian simply because we disagree politically.
Because when all the political battles are over, we will still have to live together.
Presidents will change. Governments will change. Political parties will come and go.
But Zambia will remain. 🇿🇲
I love Zambia, and that is exactly why this hurts me.
I want to be able to proudly tell an outsider, “I am Zambian,” and have those words immediately remind them of a peaceful, united and compassionate people.
So let us bring back Ubuntu.
Let us bring back respect.
Let us reject tribalism and political hatred.
Let us reject division, intolerance and the celebration of another person's suffering.
Let us remember that our fellow Zambian is not our enemy.
And above all, let us remember that even in death, every human being deserves dignity.
I am Zambian, and I want to be proud of saying it again. 🇿🇲❤️
ONE ZAMBIA. ONE NATION. ONE PEOPLE. 🇿🇲
May God protect Zambia, protect every innocent citizen, comfort every grieving family, and heal the divisions among us. 🙏🏽🇿🇲

17/08/2026

I Am Not Afraid Anymore
Sickle cell taught me how to be strong.
It taught me through the crises I have endured, the countless hospital visits, the swelling of my body, the days when I completely lost my appetite, and the opportunities that passed me by because my body simply could not allow me to be there.
It taught me through the bullying, the judgment, and the moments when I had to smile even when I was hurting inside.
And then came epilepsy.
Epilepsy taught me to always be ready for whatever may come my way—whether it is another seizure, another hospital visit, another painful moment, or even the possibility of death.
Seizures don't knock before they come. They come without warning.
There are moments when I lose control of my body, moments when I struggle to breathe, moments when the aftermath leaves me exhausted and wondering why I have to keep going through this.
And the hardest part is knowing that I have taken my medication. I have gone to the hospital. I have done everything I am supposed to do, yet sometimes the seizures still come.
But through all of this, I have learned something: I cannot allow pain to become the end of my story.
I have cried enough.
I have asked enough questions.
I have wondered enough times, “Why me?”
And I have realized that crying is not going to change what I have already survived.
So now, I choose strength.
I choose courage.
I choose to keep living.
I am not saying that I don't fear pain. I am saying that pain no longer controls me.
I am not saying that death doesn't exist. I am saying that I refuse to spend the life I still have being afraid of it.
Sickle cell did not destroy me.
Epilepsy did not destroy me.
The hospitals did not destroy me.
The seizures did not destroy me.
The bullying did not destroy me.
The opportunities I lost did not destroy me.
I am still here.
And as long as God gives me breath, I will keep fighting, keep believing, keep rising, and keep telling my story.
Because I have survived too much to give up now.
I am not afraid anymore.
I have cried enough.
Now, I choose to live.

12/08/2026

They gave me medicine for this sickness in my body.
And the doctor looked me in the eyes and said,
"Don’t walk around after you take these pills. Sleep. Let them work."

Then life walked in and shouted just as loud.
"Wake up. Hustle. Or you will fall behind."

The prescription says 3 times a day.
Three times.
That means my whole day, my whole night... just sleeping.
Giving the pills a chance to work.

But life’s reality is screaming back:
"One single dose makes you poor."
Bills don’t pause.
Dreams don’t pause.
Destiny will not build itself.

So now what do I do?

It’s like I’m caught between two commanders, both shouting orders in my ears:
Doctor says: Sleep. Rest. Let the medicine work.
Life says: Wake up. Hustle. Or you’ll be left behind.

And the worst part?
Both of them are right.
That’s what’s breaking me.

Because the medicine needs me to cooperate.
If I don’t rest, the pills won’t work.
The sickness will stay longer.
And I’ll lose even more days of work later.
It’s like pouring water in a bucket with holes.

But life also needs me.
Bills are waiting.
Clients are waiting.
Wisdomic Touch is waiting.
My future is waiting.

The pressure is real.
And ignoring it only makes the anxiety worse...
and anxiety just slows the healing even more.

I’m tired of choosing.
Tired of choosing between my health and my hustle, between surviving today and building tomorrow.
It feels like no matter what I pick, I’m losing something. If I rest, I fall behind. If I work, I stay sick.
Where is the grace for people like me who are trying to heal and provide at the same time?

It hurts to watch opportunities pass while I’m lying down with pills in my system.
To see messages come in for Wisdomic Touch and know I can’t answer with my full strength.
To pray for breakthrough but feel like my body is the very thing slowing the breakthrough down.
Lord, is this the season where I grow through waiting, or is this the season where I get left behind?

But even with this grievance in my heart, I’m not giving up.
Because I know God sees the tears I cry between doses.
He sees the work I do in the little hours I have.
And He is not a God who wastes pain.
So I will rest when I must, and I will rise when I can.
One dose at a time. One prayer at a time. One day at a time.

God... how do I rest and still rise?
How do I heal and still provide?

09/08/2026

A PRAYER FOR EVERY SICKLE CELL WARRIOR

Father, in the mighty name of Jesus,
I bring before You every sickle cell warrior around the world tonight.

Lord, You formed each one. You know every cell, every bone, every drop of blood.
Psalm 139:14 — "I praise You, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made."

Jesus, You are Jehovah Rapha — the God who heals.
I speak life to their blood. I speak strength to their bones and joints.
I command every sickle cell crisis, every pain, every fatigue, every complication, every hospitalization to bow to the name of Jesus.

Father, give them wisdom to steward their health.
Strengthen their immune systems. Protect their organs.
Give them rest when they are weary, and energy when they need to rise, to work, to study, to worship, to care for their families.
Let no crisis cut short the destiny You have for them.

Lord, comfort them in pain.
Be close when it feels heavy and lonely. Psalm 34:18 — "The Lord is near to the brokenhearted and saves the crushed in spirit."
Fill their minds with peace instead of fear.
Remind them: Isaiah 41:10 — "Fear not, for I am with you; I am your God; I will strengthen you, I will help you."

God, provide for them.
Provide good doctors, good medication, good insurance, good support systems.
Give wisdom to caregivers, parents, and medical teams.
Bless researchers and scientists with breakthroughs and cures.

I declare over every sickle cell warrior:
They will live and not die.
They will declare the works of the Lord. Psalm 118:17
Their bodies are temples of the Holy Spirit.
God is able to do exceedingly abundantly above all we ask or think. Ephesians 3:20

Father, turn their pain into purpose.
Let their testimonies bring hope to others.
Let them rise as worshipers, leaders, healers, and warriors who show the world Your faithfulness.

Thank You, Father, that You are working even now.
We trust You for healing, for grace, for daily strength, and for complete restoration.
We seal this prayer in Jesus mighty name, Amen.

06/08/2026

SICKLE CELL: FACTS vs MYTHS ABOUT HOW WE LOOK

People say so many myths about sickle cell, and it hurts patients more than the disease itself.
Today, let’s separate truth from shame.

MYTH 1: All sickle cell patients have big, gapped, protruding front teeth
THE FACT: Not all. But _some_ do.
WHY: Chronic anemia makes us breathe through the mouth a lot as kids. Mouth breathing + expanded jaw bone marrow can push teeth forward and create gaps.
THE TRUTH: Teeth can be treated by a dentist. Gapped teeth don’t mean "you’re sick" or "you’re cursed." It’s just biology.

MYTH 2: We all have long thin faces and high arched palate
THE FACT: Some do. Doctors call it "sickle cell facies".
WHY: The bone marrow in our skull works overtime to make blood. That can broaden cheekbones and the roof of the mouth.
THE TRUTH: Not everyone gets it. Nutrition, early treatment, and hydroxyurea can reduce it. Your face ≠ your diagnosis.

MYTH 3: Sickle cell patients don’t grow / we are stunted forever
THE FACT: Growth can be _delayed_, not stopped.
WHY: Pain crises, hospital stays, high energy needs, and anemia mean the body uses energy to survive first, not to grow. Puberty can also come later.
THE TRUTH: Most of us catch up. We grow. We work. We build. We worship.

MYTH 4: We all have big foreheads
THE FACT: Some people get "frontal bossing" — a slightly more prominent forehead.
WHY: Again, bone marrow expansion in the skull to make more blood cells.
THE TRUTH: It’s mild in many, and you can’t tell just by looking. Don’t let people use your forehead to diagnose you.

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4 TRUTHS TO REMEMBER
1. Sickle cell affects the body, not your value. God doesn’t make mistakes.
2. Not every patient looks the same. We are not a "type."
3. Words wound. Calling someone "big teeth" or "sickler face" is bullying, not love.
4. Medical care helps. Water, folic acid, hydroxyurea, checkups, and faith reduce many of these features.

Scripture Anchor:
_Psalm 139:14 – "I am fearfully and wonderfully made."_
Even with sickle cell. Even with gapped teeth. Even with scars.

Sickle cell doesn’t have one face. But every face with sickle cell has one God.

04/08/2026

A Heart Full of Gratitude ❤️🙏

Today, I pause to thank God and every single person who has stood with me through one of the most challenging journeys of my life.

Living with sickle cell disease and epilepsy is not an easy road. There are days filled with unbearable pain, hospital visits, uncertainty, exhaustion, and silent battles that many people never see. There have been moments when I have cried in silence, moments when I felt broken, and moments when I wondered if I had the strength to keep going.

But through it all, God has remained faithful.

To everyone who has remembered me in your prayers, thank you. To those who have come into my inbox just to ask, "How are you doing?" or "How are you feeling today?"—thank you. You may never fully understand how much those messages have meant to me. Sometimes, your words arrived exactly when I needed them most. God used your kindness to remind me that I was never alone.

I also want to say this from my heart: whenever I ask for help, it does not mean I am weak. It simply means I am human. Even the strongest warriors need someone to help carry the weight sometimes. Asking for help is not a sign of weakness—it is a sign of courage, wisdom, and the determination to keep fighting instead of giving up.

If my journey has taught me anything, it is that pain does not have the final word—God does. Every crisis I have survived, every seizure I have overcome, every painful sickle cell episode I have endured is a testimony that God's grace is greater than my struggles.

To everyone who has prayed for me, encouraged me, visited me, called me, checked on me, or simply carried me in your heart, thank you. You have been part of my testimony. Your love has strengthened me, your prayers have sustained me, and your support has reminded me that I am surrounded by God's family.

Please continue to pray for me as I continue this journey. I believe that the God who has carried me this far will not leave me now. My story is still being written, and I trust that it will end in victory.

May the Lord bless each one of you beyond your expectations. May He answer your prayers as you have remembered me in mine. Thank you for being my strength when I felt weak, my hope when I felt discouraged, and my reminder that God never abandons His children.

"The Lord is close to the brokenhearted and saves those who are crushed in spirit." — Psalm 34:18

To God be all the glory. My fight continues, but so does my faith. ❤️🙏

31/07/2026

Urgent call for help.
_Somebody help me with any medication that can help overcome seizures, please. I need urgent help from anyone who might know the safest way to manage a seizure, please. I am tired of taking hospital medication that isn’t working. Please, I don’t want to go through this seizure. I am feeling it and I have taken all the medication, but nothing is happening. My body is shivering and my heart is beating fast with fear. I am feeling it. It’s coming. It’s about to start. Please, any urgent help._
_Even as I am praying for myself and as you people are helping me in your prayers, please I need someone that can help me with the safest way of getting through this. Please it’s urgent. I don’t want to go through this right now. It’s draining me. I’m losing my breath._

*What I need most right now is people. Please don’t ignore this. If you are a doctor, nurse, or you live with epilepsy, please tell me what helped you get through moments like this. If you can, come sit with me or help me get to the hospital. I am scared, but I am holding on to God. I believe my story is not over. I believe healing and better days are still coming. Please help me.

My contact number is 970383989

31/07/2026

Keep me in prayers please 🥺😥

30/07/2026

THIS JOURNEY OF LIFE

I know that life can be unfair sometimes because of different circumstances and situations beyond our control that we go through. But killing yourself is not the solution. You are better off finding someone to talk to, or taking it to the Lord in prayer.

Before you make that bold decision to end your life, please think about it. There are people in worse situations than yours.

Think of the people who were born and grew up with epilepsy, people born with sickle cell, HIV, people born lame, deaf, and blind, people born with different and even worse conditions beyond their control — yet they are still living and believing God for a better tomorrow.

Meanwhile, you have the energy and the chance to work. You have an opportunity to recreate your life just by taking a few simple steps.

It is so heartbreaking to see the number of suicides on Facebook almost every single day. We can be scrolling in peace until we come across a photo of someone who has taken their own life because of a girlfriend or boyfriend.

Meanwhile, some of us are crying, groaning, and praying for the good health that you are throwing away by taking your own life.

Why do you have to limit God? Why do you have to see limitations where God sees possibilities?
You see "it's over". God says "it's just beginning".
You focus on the problem. God focuses on the breakthrough.

Why do we do this? We look at our circumstances, our pain, our failures... and we conclude.
But God looks at the future, the promise, the potential... and He declares.
God's thoughts are not our thoughts, as said in Isaiah 55:8-9.

Now if you, the strong ones, can cut your lives short, then what picture are you portraying to that sick person?

If only there could be a chance to exchange our pain, our shame, and our sleepless nights — as sickle cell patients, as epilepsy patients — with someone in good health, that would be something. Then you would know how it feels to crave a pain-free life.

Pain does not mean your story is over. It means your testimony is still being written. God does not waste tears. He collects every one. He sees the nights you stayed awake, the days you forced yourself to keep going, and the faith you held on to when no one was watching.

To anyone reading this and feeling tired:
Please don’t give up. Talk to someone today. A friend, a pastor, a counselor, a family member. Or kneel down and talk to God. He is close to the brokenhearted. Your life matters. Your name matters. The world needs the version of you that is still coming.

And to those of us still fighting:
Let us keep believing. Let us keep taking those few small steps. One day at a time. One prayer at a time. One meal at a time.
Because better days are coming. Healing is coming. Breakthrough is coming.
We are not victims. We are survivors. We are highly favored. And our God is not finished with us yet.

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