My name is Manuel, and I live in Shinyanga. For months, I lived in pain that I would not wish on anyone. What started as a small scratch from a thorn on my way to work almost destroyed my life and my livelihood.
I was riding my motorbike one morning, rushing to open my maize sewing machine shop. On the way, a thorn scratched my leg. At first, it looked like nothing serious — just a small mark, almost like a rash. But within days, it swelled and turned into a strange wound. The more I tried to treat it, the worse it became. Soon, my whole leg was covered with a wound that no hospital could understand.Doctors gave me countless prescriptions. I went to different hospitals, tried injections, creams, and antibiotics. Nothing worked. Each week the pain increased, the wound spread further, and eventually, the doctors began to suggest something I never imagined — cutting off my leg….keep reading
