I begin my aromatherapy journey after the birth of my last child. I felt the need to create a scent that the baby could identify me with after I completed the breast feeding path. Four months into this path a friend insisted that I meet an unusual man that she had no explanation for, except that he was unusual. He was sixty years our senior, from Nigeria from the Yourba tribe, three visible scars on each facial cheek and could tell you about yourself before you sat down. He became my mentor. He taught me many spiritual things and explained mysteries to me that no one else would ever acknowledge. I was taught about the biblical healings and had tried this process on one of my older children a few years back to no avail. This man had the answers and was sharing them with me. The child I’m speaking of was two at the time he became ill. I was at work when I received a call from him and that gave me a panic. I knew he would have sent a spirit to get my work number because I had not given him any of my work numbers, and I was standing next to the phone when it rang. He told me my baby was sick, to take him to the hospital and he would work with the doctors. I gathered my senses, hurried home and rushed the baby to the hospital in a calm panic. When entering the emergency room there was a doctor standing near the door as if he was waiting for my baby. I placed my baby in his open arms, he looked at the baby and said he has either this or that and directed me in the direction to sign him in. After the paperwork was completed I was directed to where the doctor was located. I opened the area and there was a team working on my baby. I stayed there until he was settled in a room and I was instructed to leave and return later. When I went back to the hospital I passed a room where this baby was hooked up to everything and I thought that poor mother. I went to my sons’ room and he was not there, I was escorted to the room where the baby was hooked up to everything. My child was in a coma for nine days, doctors would rotate through asking my permission if it was okay if they monitored my baby. Finally one doctor told me they had nothing else to offer and if I could do anything…Do it. I had been visiting my mentor off and on where I was freely emotional. This time he was stern, telling me he had talked with the man who made my son and he would be alright, he would have a defect but he would be alright and I should stop crying. I went home and gathered the scent I created so he could identify me. I went back to the hospital and rubbed the scent into the sheet next to his nose. He poked out his lips and said momma, I kissed his lips, he was out of the coma. The doctor in the room watching, became overwhelmed and left. We were finally able to release those small arms from the restraints, he was in the hospital for another week recovering enough to come home. My mentor has since gone on, his name is Shokunbi, and I will work with aromatherapy forever.

My son is the owner of Deaf Man’s BBQ.