Now in my country, the Of all the names I’ve been called I like papa the best shirt so you should to go to store and get this sort of Satanists we have are not adorable, benevolent types found in Europe and America who just claim to practice this religion for shock value or as a protest against mainstream religious thinking. The ones in our country drink human blood, have sexual abuse rituals of children and animals, and even commit murders to use body parts for potions or to eat human flesh. It’s not uncommon for a child walking home from school to be bludgeoned to death then be found dead with missing body parts; our prisons have a number of practitioners who committed these sorts of crimes while professing satanism. Westerners would say these are just mentally ill people, but none have been proved incompetent to stand trial; some are politicians, teachers, and other respectable professionals. Africans know why I’m talking about. My high school best friend had, among other things, seen chopped up human legs in her rural village hidden under a bed since her grandmother was involved in the practices. So I knew I was hearing something quite concerning. She appeared withdrawn and sad all the time, my son said she’d cry for no reason. I felt the signs indicated some type of abuse was going on and both her and her mother might have been victims judging from their oddly withdrawn behaviors and blank stares. I told the teacher what my son had said. Within days of being confronted, the parents of this little girl had removed her from the school and we never saw her again. If she survived this childhood, she’d be 22. I often think back with guilt at my decision to tell my son to avoid her, but then again he was 5 years old and I was a young mother protecting my son. I truly wish I’d been more nosy and done more since the school simply didn’t bother to do anything to help her, confronting the parents without the presence of authorities to investigate if the child was safe. Only 1 incident comes to mind. It was during the summer and mother dropped me off at my aunt’s house cause she was going somewhere for the day. My aunt had no kids of her own but her husband had weekend custody of his 2 kids. Up till this point only adults( mother, her drunk friends and Mr. had ever seen me nude. Objecting didn’t help, so we stripped. Then we were all marched over to the garden hose and hosed off. Before we could go into the house till our clothes had been washed and dried.
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Come Monday morning I started to feel pain, high up in my stomach area. Not enough to take painkillers but noticeable enough. Like a constant dull ache, almost like bruising from a punch to the Of all the names I’ve been called I like papa the best shirt so you should to go to store and get this stomach. Went to work as normal. As the day progressed the pain intensified and I started to get sharp pains with every breath. At lunchtime I went to the GP (General Practioner) clinic opposite my work and the kind doctor there said he couldn’t say what it was but could be my lungs, pancreas, or something else I can’t remember now. He advised me if I started to experience any trouble breathing or the pain got much more severe that I should go to the emergency room. By 4 pm I was in agony and asked my boss if I could leave early to go to the hospital and was told no. I asked 3 more times over the next hour and finally, she grudgingly relented at 5 pm while muttering under her breath that I was being ridiculous. I called a friend to drive me and every bump in the road was agony. I arrived at the hospital at 6 pm and after initial triage was lucky to see the doctor quickly as the ER was quiet. The doctor did a physical examination and ordered blood tests. I lay on the bed for the next hour waiting until finally, the doctor came back to tell me my blood tests were all normal and they couldn’t find anything wrong with me, that sometimes we just have unexplained abdominal pain and implied a gynecological cause. I burst into tears and asked him to keep looking as I KNEW this was more than that. He said I should go home and that’s when I got angry. I said I would not leave and that they could get security to me out if they wished but I would not voluntarily leave. The doctor walked out in a huff only to return 20 minutes later looking sheepish. He explained that they had tested my blood for a few more ‘rarer’ things and it turned out there WAS something wrong, I had acute pancreatitis. All of a sudden nurses were giving me morphine and I was being admitted, I was nil by mouth for 3–4 days and in hospital for 2 weeks. I have a similar story that happened 5 years later, this time appendicitis. Hence I now have trust issues with doctors.