*TO FOLLOW OR NOT TO FOLLOW THE CENTRAL DOGMA OF LOVE?*
WE could hear her cry. Her pitched voice was begging for help, begging for her burden to be lifted off her tiny shoulders.

One could easily tell her pain was excruciating, anguish poorly describes her condition; she was in hell already but her life was just beginning.


We hurried to her corner. Poor girl. Even in torment, her beauty was obvious: a smooth brown skin, white, round baby eyes that glistened in tears under the overhead light, curly black hairs that stretched over her scalp.

I pinched myself and jolted to reality; how could I be talking about beauty when this innocent little baby was in raw pain? All through my life, I’d always had choices but this little girl wasn’t as lucky. She didn’t choose this, she didn’t choose her blood type, her opinion was not sought for.

My mother told me the little girl had a blood disorder. Sickle cell anaemia, she called it.



I took a closer look at her. Oh, I could see now. She had a bulging forehead, her eyes were yellowish, her limbs slender, her feet swollen and she looked smaller than her age.



She had two tiny tubes inserted into her nostrils. Mummy told me the tubes helped her breathe, that without them, she could die in a minute.


Her parents stood beside her. Streams of tears raced down their cheeks. Their hands interlocked like lovers on a university campus.

I could easily guess they loved each other so much. But did they love their daughter as much – or at all?

Did they act in ignorance or they were lost in a cloud of emotions? Did they consider this outcome before they got married or they just allowed themselves to drown away in the rivers of hormones?

Would their kisses repair this little girl’s DNA?

How many of their anniversaries would this poor girl witness before she gives up?

No amount of love is worth it.

No amount of love is worth sentencing children to a lifelong torture.

No amount of love can compensate for the crises these warriors suffer.

No amount of love can explain to them why they can’t do things other children their age do.
As I conclude my epistle, I’d like to encourage you all to always follow the central dogma nature has made for us all.


Fall in love with her genotype firstly before you advance to her phenotype.

If you do otherwise, you just may end up like the parents of this little girl
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_Freed_