MEDICO

II. My names, given to me by Papa and Mama Rolz; are Omowunmi Morolake Elizabeth Shodiya. Professional competence sets me as a lawyer of the Federal High Court of Nigeria. I, haven’t seen the 4 walls of a law court in over 2 years. It seems as fresh, as this moment, when it’d all happened. I was called to bar 4 years ago; a budding lawyer of about 26 years of age. I had high prospects- which I do not know if I’d ever regain; for all that consumes me is this experience, that left my heart shattered. It recurs in my dreams; and so sleep is not my lot. 30 minutes into sleep, like an alarm clock, I wake up wailing. My psychiatrist helps me understand, that staying away from the court of law is an avoidance symptom. It sure is. Who, wants to visit, the place of their pain? I remember my dream from 2 nights ago. This time, he waswielding a knife in one hand, a shotgun in the other. With the shotgun pointed at my wig, he’d slashed my wrist in one swift mot...

Hi guys! So, a new series starts today-and its a fictional piece on post-traumatic stress disorder. I hope you enjoy it. Thanks. ------------------------------------------------------------ I. ‘How do you feel, today?’ The silence, was attenuated by the cranking sound of the fan blades as they creaked and cranked, in defiance to the power outage; in the consulting room. The doctor, I noticed, was beginning to perspire. I, on the other hand, felt more secure, less exposed in the presence of heat. He, I mean, the doctor, stood up to open the windows. Reflexively, I cry out ‘Please don’t.’ I think he must have seen something in my eyes, for he opened his mouth as if he was going to explain the details to me. Then, he stopped. He came back to his seat, directly opposite mine. ‘Rolake, its been two and a half years.’ Tears glistened in my eyes, and ran down my cheeks till I was soaked in my ocular fluids. ‘Dr. Phillip…I k...