MY STORY MY WEAPON PART 1

My story has always been the force that keeps me going. I was born without disability but circumstances made me a lady with disability.

How it started it was in December 2000 when I got a fracture just playing with friends as I child I was afraid my mom will yarn at me so I didn't tell her after some days and weeks it became severe so I told her the truth when she explained it to friends , neighbours and family relatives they adviced her to take me to herbalist which is generally called in Cameroon \"Doctor born\"

She took me there and herbalist took a hen and brake the leg also told my mom she will be treating me and the hen that is how it when he was treating the hen and I after two weeks this hen started walking but no I couldn't even put my leg on the ground any more severe pains. Even to sit this time around was a problem they will have to carry me to the bathroom bath me aid me to stool, pass out urine and so on every day and night I will cry and tell God to save me I was just 8years by then. My mom will join me to cry . She was alone to Carter for me because I was born out of wedlock she was the only one taking care of me . At times she will say life is unfair to her. She stopped going to the herbalist and neighbour gave her pieton oil what is locally called \"Bomma oil \" in my country to apply it there this brought me pains I will cry my mom cry and she will always tell me it's because I want to see you walk again she never left my side .to be continued........