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I remember mummy mixing my medication when I was little, the days before I understood swallowing your drugs was the best option. With diligence and patience, mummy would put the tabs in a spoon, add water to it and crush. On a certain occasion the smell of the mixture alone made me want to run and hide forever. For where? I was grabbed and the mixture was poured down through my oesophagus while I struggled to break free.  *It was an horrible experience but nevertheless for my good* I recalled this scenario because of something I heard Pastor Dr. Paul Enenche said recently. Our parents would go through any length to give us our medications just so our bodies could fight whatever was ailing us, and so we could regain our strength again. At no point in time did they our parents think not giving those medication was an option. Why? Because they knew and understood how much good those drugs would do to us, and they also knew the repercussion of failing to give them to us; not