My suicide story- Final Episode written by yours truly, Perci Nii Aryee Mensah!

MY SUICIDE STORY- final episode

After the exams, I struggled to go back home. And that was all for me that particular term. I didn’t get to write the rest of the exams for that term. Each day that followed came with its own pains. I had an excruciating headache and I was dying in pains. Nobody understood why I’d cry like a baby. The pains were just too much for me to bear. At night when everyone was sleeping, I’ll be alone in my room crying my eyes out. Sometimes, I’d stand in the house, in the middle of the night, and be asking God questions, why He watches on as I go through so much pains. With all these, I was not offered any care, support or whatsoever. My aunt will leave and only come back later in the day to ask how I was faring. Well, I couldn’t complain or blame her because in her prophetic life, she had seen worse things than what I was going through, I thought. Even herself, when she was sick, she still moves out to work. That’s been life, I leave that to her. But with all these, I was dying and I needed love, care and support from people, none came. My parents didn’t also know what was going on with me. The reason? They had no phones. Throughout my stays, it’s either my mum visited my aunt to check on me or I visited home. To come to Accra in such ailing moments too was the least I’d do. The only things you’d see me doing were lying on my bed and wailing. I’ll later find out that I had been attacked with a disease called “nnantwie p)mp). It is a boil in the head and it is very deadly. Medically, there used to be no cure. And if by ignorance, you take it to the hospital and you’re injected, death is your sure warrant. But thank God, there’s a cure now in the hospitals.

So one midnight, the sickness worsened. That day brought with it the worse pains in my life. And that was the same time, the idea of suicide occurred to me. I decided to end it all by taking my own life. With that, I felt I’ll be free and wouldn’t have to go through such pains anymore. I crawled slowly to the kitchen for a knife, stood behind my door to end it all. Amidst crying I asked God my last questions, why He can’t just take all those pains away from me. But before I could struck myself with the knife I heard footsteps from the compound. I decided to sneak out to check who it was. Lo and behold, it was another sick man, who has been brought to my aunt to be cured. For the past few days he has been drinking himself to stupor. And for fear of chastisement he has also been sneaking out of the house to drink at night. “Nii, why are you not asleep?” He asked in Fante when he saw me. He didn’t end there, he walked straight to me and struck a long convo with me. You know how people who are drank can talk. Even today, I still can’t come to terms with what happened. This man engaged me as if he knew what I wanted to do to myself, and he wouldn’t also allow me to leave, as he was very much aware I was so much in pains, and all that he said was not going through my ears. But that’s how God decided to save me. It’s miraculous right? Well, God has saved me so many times, even now.

The next morning , as if by a miracle, my aunt took interest in my ailment. She asked me to get dressed so we go see a man who was specialized in such sickness. The journey though very long and painful for me was worth it. Gradually, through two months, I fully recovered. Those who doubt this, ask this gentleman Frederick Afful, my closest pal in SHS. He knows of this story but didn’t know I wanted to take my own life than today.

What’s your suicide story too? Why don’t you wanna share? For all you know somebody out there might take a clue from it and find a reason not to take his/her own life.

But to you also going through so much troubles and wanna end your life. Let these words from Dr. Gabriel Eshun encourage you- “Contemplating suicide is the medicine the devil gives to those individuals he feels he has to finish them quick before they realise their truest potentials.” Don’t take your own life no matter what. Be encouraged.

My suicide story- written by Perci


After performing quite exceptionally good in the jhs, I gained admission to the most prestigious school – Swedru Secondary School (SWESCO), nobody should laugh. For some awkward reason only known to God, I could not enroll as a boarder though that’s how the school admitted me. So I chose to stay with my aunt (a prophetess) and two of her daughters (she has six children though. The remaining four stayed in the town), whose house was on the outskirts of the town, no lights in the neighborhood for the good three years I stayed there, and also very farther away from the school. My aunt’s house served as a haven for the sick. People from all walks of life came to my aunt for their healings, even the chief of Swedru town was once brought there. As far as I know, God used my aunt mightily to do wonders. But enough of this background descriptions. Let’s get to the real story.

My shs days were full of pains and sorrows. The first two and half years I spent in school was fraught with one sickness to the other. The sickness behaved as if it had the skin of a chameleon, changing its phases like it’s got no head. I was never a happy person. Sadly these sicknesses came only during the mornings and evenings, when it was time to go to school on one hand and time to go to bed on the other hand. I really had a hard time. Some of the close friends I have here will attest to the fact that I was most at times absent from school. On a scale of 70 days in school, expect me to make only 20. I would later understand that all these were just some spiritual attacks from another relative who just hated to see me in school, funny right? But God never left my side. He gave me the strength to withstand all these hard times.

In shs 2 third term, I had visited home in Accra, to spend a few days with my family. And the following Monday, was the same day we were to start writing our exams. To get well prepared for the exams, I decided to leave for my Aunt’s on Sunday. So I did leave and arrived to find out my aunt had also traveled to a different region to attend a sick person. The next day (Monday) when I tried waking up, I felt a sharp pain in my head. My small head has become very heavy. And that made getting up very difficult. Surprisingly, I was only able to wake up when I held my head with my two hands and called the name “Jesus.’’ I then struggled to the bathhouse to wash down and prepare for school (Mind you, it was exams time, so I couldn’t miss it). All eyes were on me, when I left for the road to board a taxi to school. The reason people were looking at me was because I walked like a robot. There was so much pain in my head such that I couldn’t dare turn my neck. I got to school alright and was able to write the two papers slated for that day. Even with that, I managed to get a D and a E when results were posted on the notice board the next term. But how do you expect me to score a higher grade when I was in so much pains?

To be continued………