Some people advised me to k!ll my son- Popular Gospel Singer cries over her son’s medical health
Joy Eseoghene Odiete aka Jodie, a Nigerian singer, has taken to social media to pen a letter to Nigerians in which she describes the condition of her son, who requires assistance from Nigerians.
In a lengthy letter posted on her Instagram page, she revealed that her son suffers from a medical condition known as “Cerebral Palsy” and that she requires funds to continue his medications.
She also revealed that she had spent a significant amount of money on her son, which had left her financially depleted.
She went on to say that some people advised her to kill her son if she couldn’t continue to support him.
In her own words;
My finances have been swallowed. My friends have abandoned me because I’m a beggar. My debts are new every morning.
My head is heavy. My eyes hurt because I cry every night. Don’t wait for the singer of Kuchi Kuchi to die first before you do a memorial service while her child is left to suffer. Do not spend a dime when I’m dead. Do all you can about it now while I’m alive. I beg you Nigerians.
An Open Letter (Pardon) This message is not for the kings, queens, or men and women of substance in Nigeria. This message is for the sons, daughters, servants, security agents, concubines, and anyone else whom the Kings and Queens have a soft spot for in their opinions.
I would have paid a media crew to make a compelling and attractive video, but, please forgive me… I cannot afford it now.
I am not a lazy person. I sang a song, Kuchi Kuchi, in 2010, which Kings and Queens listened to and enjoyed. I am using the soft spot that the song may have created to make this appeal.
In the past 6 years, I have hawked beaded jewelry in offices like Total, Noah’s Ark, DDB, etc. I have sold hair care products. I have begged, I have borrowed Nigerians are kind. Even Bellanaija has sent me 100k… I have been a beneficiary of Air Peace’s Thursday session with the Chairman as a social responsibility to help the less privileged several times. The truth is, I am a nobody, but I was inspired, years ago to sing a song even when I didn’t know myself-a song that still resonates to this day. Who knows? Maybe the essence of Kuchi Kuchi was not for my popularity, but to respond to the silent cries of mothers who gave birth to special-needs children. Maybe its essence was to speak for the blood of the special needs children that have been spilled IN SECRET by helpless mothers who did not know what else to do. I know this because some strangers have advised me to kill or abandon my son because such children are sent to swallow up finances.
My finances have been swallowed. My friends have abandoned me because I am a beggar. My debts are new every morning. But I am a mother who would rather die first before her son does not eat.
Special-needs children do not eat normal food. Special-needs children need a lot of medical, emotional, etc. care. Special-needs children require the help of well-established, world-class organizations because it is not their fault that they were born that way.
In my case, the hospital where I delivered my son had a hand in it. I blame myself for not going to a general hospital. It is past. There is nothing I can do about it now.
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