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He was a young guy, just a kid really, nineteen years old and in the prime of life. He had come to the "city" to stay with his uncle.
Running across the street like a lot of guys his age, found a part time job, worked hard and had begun to achieve his "Nigerian dream". https://twitter.com/jendrella_/status/1277149400356265984
Running across the street like a lot of guys his age, found a part time job, worked hard and had begun to achieve his "Nigerian dream". https://twitter.com/jendrella_/status/1277149400356265984
He made a couple quids to send some home to his parents in some little town in Orumba North LGA & he had Sundays off so he could enjoy a game of football with his peers.
What more could a guy want?
What more could a guy want?
And there he was, not a care, not a worry.
A perfect day.
When it happened he wasn’t even moving, just standing there at the goal waiting for the ball so he can slot it in like peak Didier Drogba.
Then he went down.
Brain Aneurysm.
A perfect day.
When it happened he wasn’t even moving, just standing there at the goal waiting for the ball so he can slot it in like peak Didier Drogba.
Then he went down.
Brain Aneurysm.
Nobody knows for sure why Aneurysms happen. They just do. Nature’s little time bomb, just waiting to explode. However there are risk factors.
On that sunny Sunday when it seemed like nothing could go wrong, the young man’s life began to end as the part of his brain that made him be the guy his friends knew faded away.
When we checked his pupils we saw they didn’t respond, they remained large and unchanged.
When we checked his pupils we saw they didn’t respond, they remained large and unchanged.
His friends found it hard to understand. He had just been standing there and then, so fast, he was gone. It was too nice a day for that to happen. He hadn’t done anything wrong. He was just standing there.
The first night in the hospital was weird for everyone.
The first night in the hospital was weird for everyone.
The friends had all shown up with high hopes that doctors could save him. They didn’t have any idea as to what the outcome to this tragedy could be and we were too aware of what it would.
For almost all intents and purposes, the young man had already died, yet he looked so peaceful. He just looked asleep.
But his brain was dead.
But his brain was dead.
