image“Wait, what just happened”? She asked. Even I couldn’t explain and I apologized profusely, she attributed it to stress and said that I needed a lot of rest. 

Quietly left for my room wondering what really just happened when in fact I never meant to do that, didn’t even know when and why my left hand did it! I got into my room, tried turning on the light but my left hand prevented that from happening. I waited for few seconds, relaxed, turned on the light with my right hand but the left hand turned it off. Turned the light on again but my left hand came from nowhere and turned it off. I became really scared. There really is an extraterrestrial in here. But is this unwanted alien in this house or inside of me? Did it follow me from the hospital or got stuck on me from the other world when I was still in coma? I didn’t have the answers but I decided to keep the situation to myself, hoping to get better when I wake up in the morning. I couldn’t sleep that night. My left hand was busy trying to choke me to death. I had to use my right hand to restrain it and this time, cried out for help. 

I got out of bed, tried to open the door but the left hand decided it’ll be better for us to remain in the room. It kept closing the door each time the right hand tried opening it. Mum came in, told her what’s been happening and she got really hysterical. Although it was two in the morning but that didn’t stop her from hurriedly calling our pastor who actually picked up and ‘casted out the demon’ from over the phone. The hand behaved well after that so I was able to sleep around four that morning.

Joe came over later in the day and I recounted the whole ordeal to him which he found hard believing. Just then, the alien hand decided to give him ‘a show’ as it started struggling with my right hand to pick up the phone when a call came in. Now my condition is officially serious and needs to be taken seriously, I said aloud to myself. Mum took me to different churches for prayers, mountains upon mountains but it seemed this very alien has come to stay.
‘Naughty Claire’, as I started calling my left hand, never stopped doing things on her own and I lived with that for about six months until a family friend of ours persuaded my mum to take me back to the hospital. My mum believed her enemies has ‘gotten’ her and never saw anything medical about the condition but she complied, she’s actually bent on exhausting all available options. 

“Alien hand syndrome. Your daughter has alien hand syndrome”, the doctor said.

 My mum and I looked at each other and then at the doctor who later explained extensively and made us realize that the condition came into being as an aftermath of the head injury I had and that it’s a rare condition which has no cure. I became shattered. I mean, how am I supposed to live with this hand which doesn’t feel like mine for the rest of my life? I went back home feeling depressed, locked myself in and refused to see anyone for a whole week. 

My parents were always on my neck wanting to know how I feel literally every second! Joe also kept coming everyday and kept encouraging me. I felt a bit better having loved ones around at that lowest point in my life. Several months later, Joe and I gained admission to the same university. Forgot to tell you that we both excelled in our S.S.C.E.

 Being in school wasn’t an easy ride. What with faces staring blankly at me on days ‘naughty claire’ decides to unbutton my shirt in public or on days she decides my skirt isn’t long enough and pull it down? People called me weird, people called me names because they don’t understand my story but I was stronger for it and my parents and Joe were with me through it all. I graduated, got a job immediately after school and here I am today, laying the foundation for my NGO, “curbing the alien” which I plan to use to raise awareness about this rare,embarrassing condition and also as an avenue for sufferers to interact and get help. 

Living with this has not been easy but am really thankful for this great gift called ‘life’. Life is beautiful, Life is real and I am glad to be alive.