Dear TLC,

I am glad to hear from you again. My sister and I are doing marvelously well, swimming in good health. It has not taken long for me to adjust favourably and establish equilibrium with nature. And by this I want to say again that I am grateful and thanksful for the Godly expositional transplant that benefited me. Presently I am preoccupied with how I could get money, develop my life and and also forge ahead to better the lives of mankind. This explains why I am replying this late because I have not visited my mail for quite a long time.

Recounting the past agony of physical pains, emotional and social problems, financial problems, mental and psycological tortures and religious assaults has been quite poignant for me to say since they awaken memories of sorrows. But I will mutter a few instances.

I came to realize that I have kidney failure when I was wheeled to a certain busy room which I later learnt was called a dialysis room. By which time I had bloated to about one and half my size and was feeling weak, not breathing properly. I can't say much here because I was delirious. But prior to this seamingly 'path to death' event I was on admission at the 37 Military Hospital were the doctor who diagnosed the problem was managing me anyhow and keeping it a secret from me and my father. Fortunately for me, my father inquired from the nurses and the cat was let out of the bag. This action of the doctor is based on the general reason that 1. One can neither afford dialysis nor transplant(even if available) 2. CKD is irremediable 3. Kidney Transplant is unthinkable in the African settings.

The thing is that on many occassions that I reported sick at hospitals, the infirmity was present with me but went undetected rather they(doctors) attributed it to malaria, fever, hypertension etc until it became serious at age 20 at the university of Ghana where the full symptoms came to bare: Severe vomitting, swelling, earhquaking headache, walk small get tired, thirst sensations, deep sleeping, eye swell, heaviness and uneasiness etc.

My management on the dialysis (though terminal, as was believed) was throat cutting on the lives of virtually all my family members even those who could have helped. This prospect of 'money for live' made almost all my family members except my father to write my name off their familiarity book. They looked on unconcerned, practically insensitive to a dying man.

The thing is that some family members and so called religious people view CKD as a demon or evil spirit associated .

Based on many things and how the sickness was unravelling itself even whiles going on once a week dialysis, I somehow agreed to the inevitable but hoping that God saves my soul. Little did I know that as God prepared a whale to salvage Jonah so has He prepared TLC to salvage Charles Antwi. Thanks for the lives of all members of TLC. Now I can be counted among the normal.

I don't go to dialysis anymore. I eat any food and drink any drink my heart desires.I am able to do and go anywhere I like. My life is bettered. Who thaught such a previlege of life would be restored back to a less-previleged one like me.

I am praying to God that good and compassionate people, companies, government and private organizations donate heartily to support the great work that you are doing in reaching out to people this way to the giving and awakening of hope for the hopeless through transplantation. God bless all of you.