Mind Conversations

11.41pm You wouldn’t believe me, but I’m writing this from behind a vantage point shielding me from the various daggers flying at me – and the source being my sister. So my sister is a doctor and my big mouth proceeded to tell her how colleagues at my office were against the Doctors’ strike and how they think Fashola was justified in his action. Bam!!!...wrong thing to say, because I have not had a moment of peace since then. Now I’m wondering… Whose fault? Who’s to blame for all of this? And right now, my questions go beyond the Fashola and Medical Doctors’ fiasco. The truth is I’m also pretty tired and I do not like my pay, but sadly I cannot go on strike. I also pay tax, and I think I’m underpaid, but still I cannot go on strike. We do realize that there is a problem with our system, and the system here is synonymous to Nigeria in it’s entirety and not necessarily the “government “alone. We love you Doctors, many people owe you their lives or the lives of their children ...

The rest is a blur to me, as I cannot recollect how we all made it to the general hospital situated two streets from us. Thankfully, the doctor and nurses on night call had promptly attended to us; they had taken my son immediately into the emergency room, while we had waited to fill the necessary documents. But two hours later, we were still here, and I was still ignorant as to what the fate of my son was. "Madam"… I almost jumped out of my skin at the voice of the doctor who was now standing before me. From the corner of my eye, I saw Tolu coming to join us, also eager to hear what the doctor had to say. I don't know how, but I didn't need the doctor to voice a word, before I knew that the world beneath me had just crumbled "Your son must have hit his head really hard, because it resulted in an internal hemorrhage..." I began to shake even as I stood there listening to the doctor ramble jargon. "We immediately tried reducing the pressure whi...

*footsteps* I looked up at the sound of footsteps approaching, to see a nurse scurrying towards us... "It was high time", I silently muttered. The long silence had been grating on my nerves, I felt like screaming and tearing the whole hospital down. I got up at the same time my husband, Tolu did... "Nurse"...we both called out, but just like the first Nurse had done a couple of hours ago she practically ran past us, ignoring our call. "What kind of people are you in this place, can someone just talk to me, I just..." helplessly I sank back into my chair with fresh sobs racking my body. I was confused and scared both at the same time. "Calm down"...I heard Tolu's voice beside me, just at the same time I felt his arms on my shoulder. I bolted from the chair, like I had been stung by a scorpion. I couldn't bear to be touched by this man, the equivalent of the devil himself...I opened my mouth, poised to tell him what a beast...