APPENDICITIS – ESCAPE GLOBAL

I had the honour of having a beautiful podcast session with my dear friend Sarah Olayinka, we’ve known each other for 15 years or more and I think she’s so skilled in music that you can hardly know except you know her.
I literally pulled her out of her safe space to do this interview. One of the things that you’d constantly read here are stories of persons who have experienced the miracle of Music so that as you walk through life’s confrontation you can make it a habit to sing or listen to a song that brings you healing in every area you need one.

Sarah shared about four different personal stories where she experienced healing through, two of which were major Music Miracle.

She had just resumed the Predegree programme at the Obafemi Awolowo University Centre for Distant Learning and was always falling ill everyday in predegree and had this growth on her waist, it was protruding and it was painful so she’d cry often because of the pain. Prior to that time, getting the tuition fees was a challenge and her parents went through a lot just to get the fees. For some persons, the tuition fee was just a walk in park but for her it wasn’t.

To make matters worse, everytime she was at the hospital, the report she always got was that there was nothing wrong, this sort of made her travel home every weekend, bear in mind that there was really no money like that at home.
She at some point thought it was Appendicitis but was told it wasn’t so, you know it’s easy when you know what you are trying to get rid of but when you do not know, it can be very frustrating. This was the case with Sarah as the pain persevered, it made her travel from Ile-ife to Lagos every weekend.

One week after she attended her church’s Bible Study, she laid on her bed close to tears and in pain again singing;
The Great Physician now is near,
The sympathizing Jesus;
He speaks the drooping heart to cheer,
Oh, hear the voice of Jesus.
That song resonated deeply within her and she sang it everytime like everytime and slowly the miracle was happening in her body. Not long after the nine month programme, she was miraculously healed and till date she is doing very well.

This is just one out of a number of experiences she shared with me. I’d implore you to listen to the podcast, kindly click the link below👇👇https://anchor.fm/mercy-kay/episodes/D-O-N-O-T-S-T-O-P-ejb2oh

If there’s anything Sarah’s many experiences taught me it is the power of consistently singing or listening to a song to birth the miracle you desire in your life. Every of the time she was ill, she took time to sing it over herself or listen to the song wash her pain away. It is the power of not stopping till you see your miracle.

I’d implore you to make this a habit, thankfully I’ll be putting up a song that’d help you through your day and beyond.
Do listen and as always Its always a joy reading from you.💜

Ujunwa is the name I will like to give her, I walked in to see her and realized that the ward was a little crowded. The smile of the nurse on duty was heart-warming and welcoming that it made me extra joyful that I had come again to the hospital.

Uju was totally numb emotionally when I got to her bedside even though she was actively using her mum’s phone, I could tell that she cared less about anyone and she was the last child from what I could infer. She was obviously a well-pampered child in her pre-teen.

Having observed Uju’s personality, I helped myself by starting a conversation with her mum and she told me about the circumstances around her daughter’s birth. For me it was an interesting one and helped me calm a bit before administering music to her daughter.

The conversation switched and I was conversing with Ujunwa, she was really open as she told me in details of the ailment that brought her to the hospital. About a week ago, she experienced a very sharp pain at her abdomen, she was told it was appendicitis and needed to be operated on. The operation was carried out, she felt better but still felt pain a bit.

I asked a number of questions about her school and she was still very open with me. I decided it was time to engage her musically and like I try to do with my patients, I always love to have a feel of their musicality so I ask questions like “are you in your school choir?”, “What’s your best song?”, “Do you play any musical instrument?” and so on.

I found out from our conversation that she didn’t really have a musical sense but she tried to sing a song on her dream, trust me I joined in singing. When she was done, I did a very simple and spontaneous song. These were the lyrics;

God’s plans for you,

They are beautiful

and are good!

When we sang this together, we switched and translated the lyrics in Igbo and sang it together. It was such a beautiful time as she loosened up totally. Her smile was bright and she wasn’t the emotionally numb person I met at first. Her mum said to me when I was about leaving “Thank you for putting smiles on our children’s faces”. These words were honestly priceless, I realized again that the little things matter and people aren’t seeking for things that complicate matters.

There are myriads of cases like this that I see in the hospital and many a times I truly wish I could share all ranging from the child who steals your heart with endless smiles at the sight of your musical instrument to the one who doesn’t want you in her space but suddenly opens up to the eyes that are obviously scared of what tomorrow holds for them to those who are evidently drained of cash to the depressed to those who grieve yet try to put up a facade. In all of these I have learnt and I am still learning not to put up a pity face or organize another pity party that they already dread, I realize always that it’s the little things that matters, they all just want an adrenaline push in their emotions, they don’t want to hear the next discovery in their bodies, they want the simple things of life.

This is the #DIARYOFANASPIRINGMUSICTHERAPIST Episode 2

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