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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.

PS

Few months later, I saw the obituary poster of this patient.

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    adoseoftola

    September 9, 2017 at 11:51 pm

    Yikes but I actually saw the end coming lol

    http://www.adoseoftola.wordpress.com

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      Ovundah

      September 11, 2017 at 9:24 pm

      Unfortunately many people don’t even see destruction, even if it show up with a name tag.

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Everyone needs to Hear Word…

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By Ovundah Nyeche.

Grin Grin Grin…

I get a call, I was to be a speaker in a conference in Lagos, Nigeria.

The organizer had emailed me earlier… But there was a little issue, my hands were full…. And my calendar was not smiling.

After deliberation, I agreed with the organizer on a date, as it appeared, a day was free in my calendar 🗓.

However the plan was get to Lagos, give the talk and get back to the Garden city of Port Harcourt on the same day.

The next day was my clinic, so no matter what happened on God’s earth, I had to be back on the same day…

I woke up that day, and my bag was already packed, I received my goodbye hug, from my “front hugger-in-chief” … I drove to a distance and my in-law completed the rest.

I arrived Omagwa or was it Ipo on time ⌚… While waiting to get to my destination, I had to do a second check on the slides I was to present in the conference.

And then I discovered, my slides which I spent ample time to prepare were trying to do a fast one on me… My heart was in my mouth… There was nothing I did not think about…

I had a small chat with my big dad, touched some keypads, and somehow I figured out the issue.

In about an hour I was close to my destination.

Few minutes earlier, I had boarded a waiting Taxify Taxi to venue of the conference.

Well there is no Taxify in Port Harcourt, I know there are other online taxi booking services, but I don’t know how effective they are in the garden city.

In less than 15 minutes, I was in the venue for the conference, and it was obvious I was in Lagos, as the posters of Sanwo-Olu a Governorship candidate kept monitoring every step I took.

You know that feel… If there were CCTVs attached to his eyes 👀, Las Las, I would have been effectively tracked.

But it was strange the road was so free… Was it not the same Lagos, my friends always scream about… Traffic… Traffic… Traffic… No those talks were graphics…. The road was so free and it was about 10:00 am or so…

In less than 15 minutes, I was in the conference Centre in a serene environment in Maryland.

The conference was a huge success, and it was a great time connecting with the host as well as the participants, as well as a bosom friend that came to say Hi to me.

Time flew, from 2 O’clock in no distant time it was 5 O’clock. I was to leave Lagos by 7 O’clock sharp.

My host made plans to book an Okada for me… As in motorcycle… For me, after telling me how wonderful it was.

For where, wu wu not take it… Oga do you know they banned Okada in the Garden City of Port Harcourt… Do you know Okada use to wound person…Oga do you know that as they banned Okada the number of head injury patients in my hospital 🏥 reduced.. Okada people wey no dey Hear Word…Oga wu wu not take it.

Oga I no gree… Well it took about 15 minutes to get here in the morning, it won’t take up to an hour to get to the airport, and check in I reasoned.

Maximum, I get to the airport sharp 6:30 PM… Shebi they said Las Las I should have checked in by then.

My host smiled and booked the Taxify.

In less than no time the taxi 🚖 was at the venue of the conference and we took the apparently short journey to the airport… No be 5:00pm… No worry yourself… My host looked at me… And I am sure in that look he saw the future.

The journey back to the airport was great and boom the first diversion, the 2nd diversion, the 3rd diversion… And time was ticking…

I saw first hand the traffic jam…my friends always talked about… As we were rooted in a spot for minutes… 5:30 PM…6:00 PM.

I did not need anyone to tell me… I had to cancel the trip.

Even a bike may not have done justice.

Several Kekes seemed to be also stuck in the spot. If Keke had no hope, the car I was in was hopelessly hopeless then.

I had to enter another vehicle, my Legedis Benz…

My destination was an overhead bridge 🌉 where I would take an alternative means of transport to the airport.

I trekked pass was it Archbishop Vinning Memorial Church ⛪, passed what looked like a Police Training College… And in no distant time I was in front of LASUTH gate… This place was familiar, I stayed here for about a week about 5 years earlier.

I got to the overhead bridge, and you know what I bordered an Okada…Okada I had rejected over an hour ago.. And this one was without helmet oh.. I had to it was 6:15 PM or 20…No body tell me… I had to.

The constant call from my host, to know how far I had gone, sounded like a “Brother it is well, all will be well”.

I rushed to the airport, and discovered I was in the wrong terminal.

I had to enter into another Okada and by the time I ran into the airport to check in…

They had officially closed the counter.

Madam, I have to rush back I told those in the counter, Abeg na…

Na una hold up oh.. I left early for the airport oh… Plsssssssssss… I need to be in Port Harcourt ASAP…

For where, they were saying you have to rebook for another flight tomorrow and pay for late charges…

That was not what I wanted to hear… Madam, Oga I have to leave Lagos now oh…

I don’t know how this touched them…

They put a call across…

Wrote my ticket on a paper…

I ran to be checked by the security/ official in another gate… And they called again… And they were told to let me go through…

Moments later I was in a shuttle that took me to the plane…

And when I boarded, I looked like the guy who came to the exam hall, when his mates were already seated in the exam hall with their question and answer papers…

Las Las, we go land together.

Las Las, me too needed to Hear Word.

Las Las, I Heard Word.

And I will enter Okada, whenever I am told to enter Okada…

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Nothing just happens…

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No nation or society, grows beyond what it rewards or punishes…

Curiously, many young people will gravitate towards whatever is rewarding and rewarded…

A nation that rewards its chess players… Will naturally have many chess players…

A nation that “worships” its sportsmen, will likely have many sportsmen and aspiring sportsmen…

A nation that rewards academicians, will have many erudite scholars…

A society that rewards and worships riches no matter the source… Will have people doing all kinds of things to be rich…The end which is riches, will be justified, no matter the means…

A society that rewards cultism, will have many cultists, in fact it will become a culture and it will be abnormal not to be one…

A society that rewards irresponsibility, will have a culture of irresponsibility…

A society that celebrates mediocrity, will have a recurrent banquet of mediocrity, spiced with mediocres…

You cannot drink garri and vomit fried rice and chicken…

Again what do I know?

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The dead don’t smell flowers, the living do.

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Today I got thinking again…

I went online… And Prof. Pius Adesanmi was trending again…

Apart from the tribute…

Many of his masterpiece were shared online…

Though I follow him online, but today for the first time, I listened to his masterpiece, The parable of the shower head 🚿…

Where he told a story about his experience in a classy Nigerian hotel 🏩 where all the holes in the 🚿 shower head in his room were not open, even if the shower was working.

He would call the reception to complain about the bad shower and they would send a technician on time to come fix the shower in his room.

However, he was shocked the well kitted technician was more at peace with the fact, that the shower was working, and not if all the holes of the shower head 🚿 were open.

He used the shower head, as a metaphor, to talk about, our love for our culture of mediocrity…

His photos are everywhere…

I also shared his photo 📸, but when he was alive, I don’t think I ever did…

His works and all the books he wrote are also hitting our faces…

The fact he was a national treasure has been resounded countless number of times; and even the President acknowledged him in death…

If any of his work is currently been promoted or released, it will sell like “bole” and fish…

*****

Go to any burial ceremony and villains become saints…

Go to any burial ceremony and see eulogies…

Wait for people to pass on.. And you hear the beautiful things they meant to others…

Wait for people to pass on, and their unpainted and dilapidated houses 🏘 bear a new look…

People who never visited, come visiting…

*****

Death reveals a lot of things…

How come 🤔, when people are alive, they are overlooked, but when they die… They are everywhere?

How come people, have a larger than life figure when they pass on?

How come many people are celebrated in death more than life? 🤔

*****

Would it be better to eulogize, support, value, love, encourage people when they are alive…

Would it be better to fan their dream and tell them a kind word…

Would it be better to give them a helping hand and not wait for them to die, before we realize they matter.

Give people flowers 💐 to smell when they are alive and not wait until they pass on… to fill their doorsteps with bouquets of flowers.

The dead don’t smell flowers 💐, the living do.

Make a difference in someone’s life today… Don’t wait until they are gone.

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