‘Madam, it’s okay,’ Nurse Eliza growled with dissatisfaction at Abiomo, the new mother, ‘we need to bath the baby.’

‘That’s my boy! The Prince is born!’ The proud mother kissed her baby boy passionately oblivious of the impatient nurse before her. Tears of joy flowed freely which was borne, not really because of her safe delivery but because the baby’s gender was her husband’s desire.

‘Once I walk out of this ward, I would make sure no other nurse bathes him,’ the Nurse’ anger soared.

‘Oh dear!’ the patient looked up, ‘are you referring to me?’

‘For the umpteenth time, woman let me have that baby,’ Nurse Eliza screamed.

‘Why are you shouting at me?’ Abiomo cried, ‘what kind of Nurse are you…’

The increasing noise attracted the attention of other Nurses who pacified the aggrieved woman and succeeded in getting her to release her baby.

‘That nurse has a queer behaviour,’ another patient remarked the moment the rude Nurse left the ward; ‘you need to see the scowl on her face when she found out I had a boy. She is not fit to work in a hospital and just yesterday, I overheard some of the Nurses complained about her. Nurse Eliza, as I heard them call her, has some powerful people backing her. Little wonder why they have not been able to curb her excesses.’



Two days later Dr. Kolade summoned Nurse Eliza to his office.

‘Why did you send that old man away?’ he furrowed his brow biting his lower lip.

‘The ward was already full then and i could not have possibly chased out the existing patients.’

‘What stops you from informing me? Look here woman, I am fed up with all your excesses; after all, you are just an ordinary auxiliary Nurse.’

‘Yes I’m an auxiliary Nurse but with more years of experience than you. My gender does not make me inferior to you.’

At that point, Doctor Alice walked in.

‘You don’t shout at your superior, Nurse Eliza.’

‘But who does he think he is? She fumed. ‘A woman is equally as important as a man.’

‘You are right;’ Doctor Alice smiled, ‘that is the more reason why we have to talk; woman to woman. Can we talk about this tomorrow?’

The two ladies met at the cafeteria the following day.

‘I had long been craving for an opportunity to talk to you,’ the Doctor began, ‘why do you hate the male gender with so much disgust?’

The Nurse sighed and shook her head. ‘It’s indeed a long and bitter story but I will summarise it.’

‘I was the only female out of the family of six; but unfortunately, my father valued my brothers’ education over mine, even though I was equally intelligent like them. …’ she broke down into tears.

‘And since then, my hatred for the male folk grew. I hate them with a passion…I get some envious and intimidated anywhere I see them making progress.’

‘That is going to the extreme Nurse,’ the doctor frowned, ‘I now appreciate your point of view but truth be told, two wrongs can never make a right. Your father acted based on his limited understanding back then. But the only way to move on in life is to forget the past because bitterness will ultimately lead to your destruction. I also have a similar experience, but my doggedness in the quest for knowledge convinced my father on the need for female education. Following the announcement of a Nigerian woman as one of the World Bank executives, my old man made this outright confession one day: you educate the world when you educate a woman.’













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