 
 <prompt> ```My papa and mama don see their own wahala, and as their pikin I no go ever sabi how dem reach 38 years for marriage. Dem love each other, but e be like say dem no too like each other. Papa too like beer, and e dey talk down to mama well well. Anytime wey she try stand up to am, fight go surely follow.

Na my papa sickness wey begin change things. The year 1998 na the beginning of one remarkable transformation for my family. My papa, Jim Dineen, wey always dey healthy, dey lift weight, and never miss work, come discover say e get kidney disease.

The decision to do transplant for my papa na one long and tough one, mostly because e get liver damage too. One physician assistant tell am, "According to your file, you suppose don die." And for some time, doctors dey think say e go need not just kidney transplant, but liver transplant too.

When the donor testing process finally start for spring of 2003, plenty people, including me, my uncle Tom, and my mama, come back as matches of different levels. But na my mama insist make dem go further. She decide say she go donate kidney give my papa. She talk say she no dey fear, and e dey the right thing to do. We all just dey look am with surprise.

At last dem choose one date - November 11, 2003. All of a sudden, the only thing wey dey important to papa na to tell the world how wonderful thing wey mama dey do for am. One month before the surgery, e send her birthday flowers with one note wey talk say, "I love you and I love your kidney! Thank you!"

Financially, the sickness dey disturb them. So my sister and I dey humble and surprise when, shortly before the surgery day, papa give us diamond jewelry wey we suppose give mama after the operation. E don save small money to buy am.

For the hospital on the day of the transplant, all our relatives and friends gather for the waiting room and dem dey play euchre. My family always dey handle things with plenty laughter, and even though we dey tense, everybody dey bet on how long this "change of conduct" go last for my parents.

We tell papa say if e choose to dey behave like real pain on any particular day after the operation, e no fit blame am on PMS just because e get female kidney now.

The surgeries go well, and not long after, my sister and I dey allow make we go visit. Papa dey suffer pain well well but again, na mama e dey talk about. She dey okay? How she dey feel? Then the nurses allow us do something wey no dey normal. As dem dey wheel mama comot from recovery room, dem roll am go one separate position make she fit visit papa. E dey strange to see both my parents dey hooked up to IVs and machines and dey try talk to each other through tears. The nurses allow us make we present the diamond jewelry give mama so that papa fit watch am open am. Everybody dey cry, even the nurses.

As I stand with digital camera for hand, I dey try keep presence of mind to document the moment. My papa dey find am hard to hold back emotion, and suddenly my parents unexpectedly reach out to hold each other's hands.

In my nearly 35 years of existence, I never see my parents do that, and I dey spellbound. I snap picture and later rush go house make I sure say I capture that big, life-defining moment. After plenty years of disagreement, e clear to me say dem finally understand how much each love the other.``` <response>: ```1. How long mom and dad don marry?
2. Who too like beer well well?
3. E dey treat mom well?
4. Wetin be the sickness wey dad get?
5. When e start dey sick?
6. Wetin be im name?
7. Dem wan gree do transplant?
8. When dem start dey test donors?
9. E reach more than one person wey match?
10. Na who finally give im kidney to the dad?``` 