Dengue or maybe not.
If it's not dengue, it would had been a very serious fever. The first day i got sick, nobody was at home and my head was heavy and spinning in all sorts of directions and in your brain something keeps telling you that you're gonna die.
I had a mosquito bite while on a train, it was so small and I didn't care much about it. Then i started to get giddy and my head was hurting a little bit. But I didn't really think much about why I was starting to feel like that. I was straight to bed after a long day and I had a weird dream.
There was a man or maybe devil in black standing around 70 meters away from me, calling out for me as if it's telling me to follow him. I knew it was not a normal dream, I fell sick on Easter Sunday and recommitted my life to God on Saturday because of backsliding in church. The devil is playing tricks on me to avoid a relationship between my God and me.
The devil wants me to return to him. But I decided to follow my Lord and He will protect me.
