Wounds of war
On the exterior you will find my body art. A surgical scar made by the mystical
Dr. Jiya. In the photograph you can see the scar on my back which I feared so much before the operation. I was more concerned about the scar than what was to happen on the interior.
This is exactly what I told Dr. Jiya who is black as night.
(Dr. Jiya is a fine specimen of animal who causes every female to drool. Hence the volunteers to accompany me when I go for my check up)
We negro's have a thing with impecable skin. So when I found out that he was to be my surgeon I spoke to him as one of his peers. He certainly took my words into consideration, as I now look upon my scars as wounds of war which make me proud. Proud that I won the battle.
The battle seems to really have been won at this stage in time, though I am reluctant to say this. The "what if" question will pass through my thoughts frequently the coming months, maybe years. I have finally managed to get a clear prognoses. I have 10 years or more to live.
When I mention this to people they are startled. I am thrilled to pieces! Kiara will be 18 by then. I also believe that if I make it to 10 years, the following years should be peanuts! They say life begins at 40. Monday I will be 39... it's time to reap what I have sown.
"What a piece of work is man!
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