It’z with sadness in my heart and the joy of deliverance, a bittersweet mix, that i write this ode. After over seven years of indulging myself with the loose pleasure of drinking red wine exclusively, after long days, nights, and short weeks, I have come to a much resisted halt.
Recently, I came to a discovery in my body I have suffered greatly from an unhealthy war waged against my taste…it became more frequent and I fought back through resistance…..of food…..of drink, I resisted many things to regain my senses…..of smell…of taste, I came to an unworthy conclusion that certain (most) brands of red wine drive me into a craze…..of hives…headaches…sneezing…difficulty breathing…I have suffered and as i write this i am going through my final penance from this war waged against my body – histamine in each glass of red wine I ingest is the lethal weapon. I am done fighting. I can no longer drink red wine. I will not die of
I must say in all this that while my relationship with red wine lasted it took my breathe away, literally.
Munachim Chukwuma is an Igbo woman from Odekpe town, Ogbaru, Nigeria. She is an avid reader and passionate learner, a philosopher.