People are now coming back to see me. When I was at St Joseph’s nobody could come to me, it was only my mother and MSF, even my wife ran away. But now I’m looking better, people are now coming back, one by one, to see me.
I understand now that that people have been seeing me in a negative way. They were thinking that Churchill is now somebody useless. They thought I was just wasting my time and people were wasting their time on me – so they have been ignoring me. Now they have seen I have changed, I have improved, I now walk around and keep myself looking smart. So people are noticing that ‘Oh, this man is now somebody, he is getting to be somebody’. They thought I would not last even one month, but they are noticing that something is happening in my life. They are now coming back to me, slowly, slowly, slowly.
I am so happy with the people that are not my relatives, because, in fact, it is them coming to tell me some words which give me hope and support. But, I am not talking to my family members and close relatives because they are still far away from me. They don’t want to visit me, they just stay away... When I do see them they say things which do not give me hope, and they undermine me. I am not happy with them, especially my brothers and the sisters. They don’t do anything for me, they just stay away; they look at me like somebody who is now useless. Yet I am the one who paid the school fees for them to study. They don’t help my children and because I’m now weak, and they look at me as somebody who cannot do anything now.
Even my mother. My mother now has been taking care of me and I appreciate what she has done. But I also heard from people that sometimes my mother would say, ’Maybe this son of mine should just die away so that I can rest’. I think maybe my mother has already got tired of me because the sickness has been too long - that it is now better to stop taking care of him. So sometimes I feel bad about my mother because I know it is the long sickness that has made her feel like that.
There is nobody else to take care of me. My mother does – she just sometimes acts in ways that I don’t understand.