The next day took another dramatic twist for Bimbo as her first daughter took ill. The distraught mother dropped off her other kids in the creche while I accompany her to the hospital. The mini vigil I had over one of her twins the previous day had begun to take its toll on me.
‘Dabira, you’ve gone through enough stress already, kindly wait at the reception,’ Bimbo insisted.
The interior décor of the hospital was breathtaking. The aura of the freshness of the reception left an impression of orderliness and discipline on the part of the administrator. As I beheld the nurses in their immaculate white uniforms, they conjure the images of angels on assignment.
‘Have you seen Agatha’s wedding card?’ one of the nurses at the front desk turned towards her colleague.
‘Wait a minute!’ her colleague abandoned her work, ‘don’t tell me the chief matron has finally gotten a suitor.’
‘Ah! My friend, you’re not even current. By this time next month, Agatha Phillips would join the league of married women. If an old cargo like matron Agatha could still get a husband, that means there’s hope for us. My friend, we’ve got to be on our toes.’
‘You’re right. That matron should be approaching her…’ she paused suddenly as she spotted the subject of their gossip.
Agatha Phillips strolled into the reception, and beaming with smiles, waved at the younger nurses.
‘I hope you ladies have bought my aso-ebi?
The duo both shook their heads.
‘Why? It’s not too expensive; anyway, I would give you both at a discounted price. Is that okay?
The moment the matron entered the lift, the two nurses resumed their gossip.
‘Has any one attended to you yet?’ a masculine voice jolted me. I looked up and a tall and lanky figure, clad in white T-Shirt over a jean, smiled at me.
‘I’m actually waiting for someone,’ I replied.
‘I thought as much because here at Ibikunle Memorial Hospital we don’t keep our patients waiting. Our customers are kings…’
The next few minutes saw both of us chatting like jolly good friends. The manner at which the lanky man spoke passionately on customer service, marveled me. The seamless flow of conversation however, injected a breath of fresh air in me, that I secretly feared interruption.
‘Excuse me, Dr. Osas,’ one of the front desk nurses accosted the lanky man, with some documents, ‘I need your endorsement on this report.’
The man scanned through the document with a blank expression.
‘But I’ve already explained the peculiarity of this report,’ he replied, ‘I need plenty of time to digest the content first; but not now.’
‘Why not? I can see you’re less busy now…’ the nurse paused as she eyed me.
The doctor shook his head and in bid to hide his embarrassment, succumbed to her request.
‘Thanks.’ She eyed me again, leading him into the office with an air of triumph.
You would die an old maid! A remote fear overwhelmed me, akin to the experience I had two years ago when I lost a marital relationship.
‘Your eyes are red!’ Bimbo remarked as she joined me later wards, ‘come on, Dabira, everything is under control, the pediatrician said my baby had a mere…
Alas, I was completely cut off from the rest of the details. How could I bring myself to reveal the reason behind my fallen countenance?
Hmm! Some things are better left unexplained.
TO BE CONTINUED…