Day 8: A Hard Conversation
This afternoon, I have a conversation with the new doctor on the rounds this afternoon – a middle aged man, average height and slightly cross-eyed. He is walking past …
Read MoreThis afternoon, I have a conversation with the new doctor on the rounds this afternoon – a middle aged man, average height and slightly cross-eyed. He is walking past …
Read MoreAlhaji H is back on the radar. This morning, he is playing a vox-pop clip. In it, a woman is saying she is divorced and that she doesn’t care about …
Read MoreDay 6 opens with gratitude by our 50years+ folks for the amazing facilities at the center; and for the extremely professional doctors, nurses and even ward maids who come …
Read MoreThe morning opens with vibes. A pleasant nurse smiling down at me as I open my eyes. “How do you feel this morning,” she says. I nod and sit …
Read MoreAlhaji A (one the co-patients) sits majestically in the plastic chair by his bed, sipping on piping hot tea in a plastic cup. Nurse Coker walks pasts and this …
Read MoreThis morning, I am weak and my bowel rumbles. Twice I have been to the toilet and it is not even midday yet. Still, this stomach howls and it’s …
Read MoreTo be honest, I do not remember much of everything that happened on day 2. Even now that I think back on it all, it felt like a haze. …
Read MoreThe ambulance came for me around 1:21pm. Initially I had been told it’d be here for 11/12noon, but heck! This is Nigeria and we understand how this things work. …
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