Few people are aware I was seriously ill a few weeks ago. I was taken in an ambulance to the hospital where the doctors gave up all hope of my surviving for more than a day or two. I was in a coma.
Believe it or not but I was pronounced dead as a nail. Body was brought home and two priest arrived who said some prayers. There was no funeral as we are living now in a morbid time, why pour oil on fire? The body was put in a coffin and taken to the cemetery where it was buried. A couple of hours later I awoke. When I opened my eyes I could feel the wood above and I instantly threw my hands up which heaved the lid of the coffin and to the side. God given strength nothing less! The mud gradually fell on my face and body but I stood tall in the grave and stepped out of it. The grave did not reflect the joy on my face. When I knocked on the front door it was already dark. Parvati my chef opened the door and I swear her eyes popped out almost reaching to her forehead. I said: I’m back! Parvati lost her balance and fell down. She lost consciousness. I immediately asked for an ambulance and she taken to the hospital. For people who are worried about her please don’t worry as she has made a speedy recovery.
