It was March 22nd of that year, 2013 i think it was. I had just arrived Lagos from the University on a holiday, my mum was holding my sister, Bukola and feeding her... Hi mum, i said.. she welcomed me with her smile - the most gorgeous ever. She told me my meal was in the kitchen and that my sister wasn't feeling fine. I looked at Bukola and something was wrong- she seemed to be gasping for breath, i told my mum something was wrong and had to inform my dad, which i did. I returned back to collect my sister (who was 18) and held her closely, ok now there was a real problem - her eyes were turning white.. I screamed, my dad came and took her and my mum to the hospital. I do not think i had prayed as much actually- that day i prayed. I cried, i asked God please don't fail me. At around 11pm, my Dad returned alone, he parked the car, got out and went straight to the toilet to wash his face, hahaha - omo it definitely can't be what i think it is I thought. He soon came out, Dad