When I had my first ever overexertion induced crisis, I got a very very small insight into what some sicklers face their entire lives. Whilst mine was induced by myself, pushing my limits, there are many sicklers out there who can do everything right but still face these crisis’ every day. This crisis happened around the same time I had come up with the ideas for ‘Til Death whilst watching YouTube videos of a Nigerian traditional wedding, my brain said, ‘it would be so dramatic if she died right now’ and from then, the mystery formed. I didn’t know the ending, and I knew if I was going to attempt to do this, I needed to know the ending. Slight spoilers ahead, but I pride my overactive imagination for the following. Somehow the thread of what if, me being seemingly okay, but still carrying this horrible disease was fine to everyone else but one. Then we had our ending. Whilst exploring the character in the book, I debated on whether I wanted the sickle cell representation to be covert or overt… but like I unfortunately found out. Sickle cell can be covert, until a crisis strikes.
I wanted to educate as best as I could in ‘Til Death whilst also telling a layered message. I have always felt so conflicted about the statement, ‘sickle cell needs to be eradicated’ because whilst entirely true, and absolutely should be… I am glad to be alive. With my character, I wanted to find the balance of valuing one’s existence, but also appreciating the right battle of finding and advocating for a cure. As with sickle cell, prevention is better than cure (especially as there is none.) But I also wanted to show the vulnerability that came with living with such an unpredictable condition. How one day everything can seem, seemingly perfect and the next, everything can be thrown upside down. I hope I discussed the nuances of the disease, and also spread awareness as best as I could with ‘Til Death.