Diary of a stroke survivor by Japhet Mesa

My state of mind immediately after I returned from my 10 hour - state of unconsciousness was rather warped. Though I could remember all my loved ones and was able to learn and remember the names of all the medical staff that were attending to me (bless their souls), something bizarre was happening to my mind. I am told that on the second day of my rehabilitation in ICU I could not speak vernacular. In fact, I am reliably informed I was speaking English with a British accent. No, I have never lived in Bri'in bruv! "mkushi accents". I vividly recall reciting biographies of Martin Luther King Jr, Barack Obama, Nelson Mandela, and Trevor Noah. These are books I had read long before my ordeal but apparently, all that I read was running through my head and I was vocalizing. Quite brilliantly I should add. Charmaine says that it was as though the brain was rebooting, more like a computer. She has read these materials with me and is familiar with the content, so she found it qu...

  It all happened in a blur. In very inexplicable circumstances. Approximately 8hrs between my initial respiratory failure and total organ shut down. As promised, here is chapter 2 of my story, told through the eyes of my sister-in-law, Esoko, and my cousin, Ken. In their own words. I cried when I read the narration from Esoko. What an ordeal it must have been for her, Ken, and the medical team. I am grateful for the quick response at Coptic hospital because, without it, someone else would have been telling my story today. It all just seems to have been God orchestrated. Esoko Esoko Samantha Chibangulula (42) is the older sister to my wife. The firstborn in a family of seven (7). Bubbly and calm by nature, she is someone my kids and I have come to count on for pretty much anything. This is her narration of what happened to me on that fateful day. I was dosing in my favorite chair at home when I received a frantic phone call from my sister, Charmaine, informing me that Japhe...