I WAS LEFT GUILTY OF WORDS

THE LIVING DEAD

Today, 9th March, 2018. I visited the Federal Medical centre(FMC) at Abeokuta.

Not for illness or ill health. Just to check on God's living creatures. Many defected and afflicted.

I couldn't take time interviewing patients. The 24hrs serene played expressed words out of the dumbed patients already.

Pitiably, I watched the living dead. I tell, I Behold many of them. Ambulances drove in and out. It was a medical centre of many quarters, wards and offices.

The casualty department is such a horrible place to temporarily stay. Bloody and peace porn. Bones disjointed and toothless men. I cried their fate and agony they pass through. Solemnly I cried "God have mercy!"

Do I call these misfortune or many suffer as a result of their misdeeds and naughtiness?

I left for the physiotherapy department conceiving the fact that it would be less horrible. Hey! It wasn't.

There the people I saw were mostly stroke, paralysis and accident victims. I was filled with awe and felt a sharp human pity for these victims of circumstances. "They would have spent much and sold properties to regain erection and balances." I guessed.

Stationed cycling machines, a fixed locomotive machine and many other hangers and live exercising machines were used by the patients. Though not a bloody ward. It encaved a sense of sympathy that empathise the spirit of humanhood in me.

There I saw many patients, and through a close observation, three among them struck my heart and left a wound I nurse at present. I whispered affectionate healing prayers.
There at FMC, it was a another world entirely.

**The first had suffered paralysis. He couldn't talk. Remembering people by names and characters is with a great difficulty.
Oh! A rich man that was plain down and lie guilty of misfortune. Supported by the wife, a walking stick guided his walk. His hands were terribly shaking. His legs couldn't walk the ground. "oh see the sons of Men!"
The doctor said, "grip the window's burglary". He tried, but the hands couldn't allow him. And then, a chair was ordered for. And while he stood griping the ironed burglary, he was checked round a routine of exercises.
Like he was being punished, he, filled with hopes of recovery, tears in his eyes, he did the( "stand-sit! Stand-sit!") morning exercise.

**The second was a man .
A hand gloved lady in white apparatus rubbed his face with an olive oil. What could his case be? Who knows? Quite inquisitive,I followed him to his seat after the service. I drew closer, seating next to him, paying more attention.
I saw him converse with a huge tall man. A friend, I guessed him to be.
He was engaged into a serious talk. He said. "my muscles are dead, the ones at the cheeks are dead. They're not active. I chew gums, all to no avail. I spent much buying balloons, I blow rubber air balls".
Hummm! His mouth is pushed to the left, the teeth were scattered and horribly dispositioned.
From his talks, I could realise thing were worse before. If not for the chewing gums, balloons and rubber air filled balls he blew daily.
Seconded by this was his right hand. The fingers are off work and dead. The muscles were adamant and on strike. He could move some but with pains. It has been a terrible moment of questioned health for him and  his family.

**The third was a young man.
He was drove in by his sister.
He suffers paralysis too. His case bought my life into a great challenge. And I learnt all is worth praising God.
He wore a a shirt and a jean belted trouser. His legs were sandaled, swollen and heavy.
The younger sister, beautiful and worth making a royal queen was itched with this great plight.
Her paralysed brother couldn't walk, the legs wouldn't touch the ground, his hands were stiffed and of a heavy weight. Only her knew the best way of handling her. Even the physiotherapist trying to display professionalism fell while handling him.
She with her brother, depicts love and harmony, they are birds hatched of love.

I wondered, which drugs would cure his illness? Which doctor has it all to apply? Here is one of the best hospitals and he has been parading here for quite a long time. If not years.
From his looks and physique there you'll realise that "hope is not a grain of sand".

"Grrahhm........"  The bell was jingled me.
I have spent of my time 5hours already.
Till now I couldn't find the right words chosen. But with a mouth full of praise I say "thank you lord".

© Abegunde Israel
2018.

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