MEDICO

EPISODE 5. I wasn’t like most 16 year olds you knew. Or they weren’t like me, as I liked to point out. Few of them understood anything about Nigerian Politics- or that of any country for that matter, not to consider the history of economics or anything about Marxism. Most had not even finished reading any of their high school textbooks, and that was even if they could recognize the pages of those books when they were opened. I, on the other hand, had gone over and over again, my Chemistry, Physics and Biology textbooks. I read Literature as well; critiquing Chinua Achebe’s ‘Things Fall Apart’, moving on to Wole Soyinka’s ‘Ake’ and onto J.P Clark’s book on poetry. I nailed all my exams, of course. It would be unlike me to score anything less than 80% on any test. Not even after a recent sickle cell crisis. They definitely weren’t like me. But I wasn’t like them, either. I walked cautiously. I ate and drank cautiously...