By Ovundah Nyeche.
It was obvious I did not pray well that morning, I shook my head as I looked at the Accident and Emergency rooster. It was just 2pm and close to 8 patients were already referred to our team.
It was clear we had our work cut out, as the clock ticked, more patients were coming in. After seeing the patients assigned to me in the waiting-in room, I moved to one of the emergency wards to see another one, when someone called my name.
The way my name sounded, suggested the person would have known me for so long and was probably from my tribe. I turned to see who was greeting me and exchanged pleasantries with her.
I brought a patient she said and we have been here since yesterday. Tiredly I moved towards the patient, and as I moved close a peculiar smell hit my nostrils.
It was obvious the patient had a foot ulcer, but when I came closer I noticed it was actually both feet that were involved. One of the foot looked worse than the other and the patient really looked toxic.
I reached the team that was managing the patient and informed one of the doctors I knew the patient. A look at the treatment chart showed the patient had been given antibiotics, insulin, fluid and several other drugs.
It was also obvious the patient needed several blood transfusions and a review by the orthopaedic surgeons. Their recommendation was also very apparent. One of the feet was looking dangerous and the danger had to be removed.
The patient was later taken to the ward and the team managing the patient continued their good work. Out of demand I gave my number to the patient’s relative something I hardly do.
She called me on one of the nights to ask me of something and even before I called the managing team, one of them was already handling the situation.
The patient was then handed over to another team who were specialists in the particular disease the patient had and I told them to please abide with whatever instruction given to them and to cooperate with the team.
The caregiver smiled and nodded. I was happy I was playing my part not knowing I was still a learner and I was being played. And so days later I came back to the patient’s bed and it was empty and not only empty the mattress looked folded.
I felt heartbroken, in my department folded mattresses or empty beds with no mattresses are not good signs at all. So when I got home I called a doctor in that team to ask about the patient, expecting to hear the worse.
No I didn’t hear the worse, but the ridiculous. I heard the patient signed against medical advise. Ah ah, why na, thought they were cooperating. For where she told me.
It was then I discovered that the patient was initially verbally referred from a native doctor’s place. The patient had ‘marched poison’ and he had referred them to the hospital because according to him the patient had shortness of blood and would require blood transfusion and after the transfusion, he requested that they should come back for further treatment.
Curiously when they were in the hospital, they were more interested in the blood transfusion and when the team raised the patient’s blood level satisfactorily they signed against medical advice to go back to the native doctor.
Trust me I don’t know what to say.
In another news
People looking for ways to blame the devil, even when na only ludo in play for their head.
Na so person decide to commit in own suicide.
What do I even know? Not even one leg, 2 legs involved, this inability to hear word pass me.
Few months later, I saw the obituary poster of this patient.
Nothing just happens…
By Ovundah Nyeche.
Maybe one day we will have the courage to discuss about how our system enables fraud. I drive somewhere with my #2 car, and out of the blues someone who is impatient on the road who likely does not even own a car, shouts on top of his voice, “You no go carry this carton wey you dey drive commot for road!”
I decide to use public transport and someone I know who is in the same bus with me, frowns and shakes his head and mutters under his breath, “Chei see as doctor dey use public transport,na so e bad reach…Tufiakwa.’
I decide to walk, or ‘carmel’, and someone sees me and shakes his head…and those with courage say, ‘Na wah see all your mates wey start with you don build house finish, you still dey carmel…na wah oh, we need to pray against family curses oh.’
The boy without any traceable job, nor inherited properties, who does not come from a very wealthy family drives pass with a brand new Range Rover SUV, he also just bought a house in a posh area in town, and his name changes to master, as people scramble to get his attention. Those who dare ask how he suddenly came in contact with riches are branded haters, and to rub it on them, they are asked, “You did not ask of his source of poverty, but you wish to know the source of his wealth…bad belly.”
He throws Shekels on some members of his community and unexpectedly he is made a High Chief and given the title of Youth Ambassador and becomes the village/ community icon. In his religious setting, he is given a special chair and everything rises and falls on him…as young people pray to become like him and parents tell their children to become like him or be counted as failures.
Musicians fall over themselves as they compete on who would sing a better track to honour him and of course anyone who wins his attention is likely going to win the jackpot. When he goes for events, comedians and comperes alike shine more attention on him. Some ladies and the like use him as the SI unit of success and actually dump people in relationships with them, as bees flock around the new honey.
An online army is created to defend him at all cost, as many young people conclude that the only way to be recognized is to make money, and make big money irrespective of the source.
They see it, the man that steals a phone is given a long sentence, and the man that steals what generations cannot spend gets a good lawyer and obtains a plea bargain or runs to a remote country, buys their citizenship and is hailed as been too smart. They see that the law is so strong against the poor but so weak against the rich…and will do everything to be rich.
The young man also observes that in almost all settings, he can barely count the number of people honoured by individuals corporations, by communities, by government for showing or displaying integrity or a good work ethic, or for displaying or inculcating values.
Nothing just happens, are we ready to resuscitate values from coma or smother it to death;unfortunately you cannot drink garri, and vomit fried rice and chicken.
#Selah #HearWord #OvdSpeaks #HearWordSeries
Two can walk together forever…
By Ovundah Nyeche.
In all thy getting, don’t break your marriage or enter marital problems because of things you read on social media.
All these you are so brave, na so, if it is me… I will not take it… Nonsense man or woman… If he does it, I will do him/her back… Men and women must be put in their place, meniscus, womeniscus, et al… May not be the best for you.
It is also important to note that, people who pour and fire, fire on social media, may not be what they fire in real life…also it is important not to build your marriage on templates that may be faulty.
Like football, great coaches, have a plan or tactics to use, but adapt with the game at hand… Great coaches know when to go for possession and when to concede possession…they know goals and not stats win matches.
As a Christian, my allegiance is to the Word of God, and it guides my relationship with my spouse.
You ginger all the ginger and the word of God, reminds you, O boy, you no try, O boy just look your face for mirror, see that plank wey dey your eyes… 😂 😂 😂 And boom you want to drag leg… But the word of God is not your mate… And you obey and get back your peace…
Like I tell those I tell… Marriage is not war, it is not male vs female… It is not pishim pishim … But a deliberate union, where a man and his wife makes a decision together surmount any challenge and be all what God has destined for them …
If both of you agree to #hearword and both bring 💯 into the union, not 50-50, both of you are vulnerable and open to yourself in your union and ditch the “do you know who I am” or “I did you a favour by marrying you” 😂 😂 😂 and are willing to make your marriage work irrespective of the normal stresses of the relationship… Where both of you look out for the good of your spouse and are willing to walk and work it out to success…
Marriage is a full time job… Don’t allow social media deceive you, it requires investment and thought in the direction you wish it to take… marriage is a wonderful thing…
Everyday airplanes take off and land… Ironically it is the planes that crash or have turbulence that make news… Everyday cars go on long distance journeys and arrive, but it is those that crash or have a mishap that make news…Ships also leave ports and arrive at their destinations, but again, disaster makes more news.
Don’t allow crashes define or determine the mood of your journey…who goes for a journey and is preoccupied about a crash.
It will work out, it is working out… If you are not hearing word in any area of your life be it anger, infidelity, violence, et al … Go and seek for help and don’t commonize it… Get accountable… Invest in knowledge…fix self… Do all you can to make your marriage work.
#selah #hearword #OvdSpeaks #hearwordseries
Hear Word, from a book reviewer’s eyes…
By Grace Ngozi Onyebuolise.
A subject can be difficult but if your teacher knows how to use humor and is really good at what he or she does, learning that subject would be easy.
It is one reason I can’t forget my teacher who taught me physics in secondary school.
He could teach, he was funny and ensured we learnt each topic very well.
Real life issues and making choices can be tough. We seem to know the right decision to make but are lured to do the opposite because we find it really pleasurable and being reactive doesn’t require so much energy when compared to being proactive and getting our emotions under control.
In simple, funny, sarcastic, rhetorical but yet beautiful short stories, Doctor Ovundah Nyeche takes us through life lessons on various topics; relationship, sex matters, marriage, failure, personal development, health, character development, friendship and many more.
This book seems small but laced with beautiful short stories that leaves you smiling and telling yourself, “This word enter.”
Most stories are drawn from his personal experiences like the ones found on Pages 69 and 70 titled, Equip Yourself and More Than Papers. While some, like ‘Legend Of The Chaser’ are fictional.
Because of the size of the book, your 8year old may think it’s a book they can read but please, don’t oblige them yet. They are not yet strong to handle stories like Legend Of The Chaser. 😂😂😂😂.
This work is beautifully written. You would find yourself postponing and reading a chapter at a time because of the author’s creative writing style but please, read to the end as a repeat still feels like a first read.
My most enjoyable part of the reading was the chapter that opened my eyes to see this scripture “We know no man after the flesh” in a better and new light.
And like my picture below, the world would present many things to you that would be filled paradox , but choose to Hear Word and zoom in to read a tiny book filled with wisdom to help your life choices.
I am also proud to announce that this wonderful book got it’s creative cover from the amazing designer, Onuora Onianwa
and he can make one for you if you are writing or planning to write a book.
Book Title : Hear Word.
To purchase this book, please do connect with its author, Ovundah Nyeche on Facebook or click the link below if you wish to get a copy delivered to you anywhere in Nigeria.
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