MEDICO

EPISODE 13- Episode Finale Linda The lamp was growing dim, and whilst scratching her sleepy eyes, Linda yawned for the third time in 15 minutes. This was the fourth night in a row that she had kept awake all through the night; thanks to coffee. Within the last 2 weeks since she had returned to school, she had gone through most of her notes, studying them with an insane sort of passion- passion which could only come from the thoughts of writing serious professional exams in 2 weeks time. Past questions and their solutions were her ever present companions, as well as all sorts of handbooks and jotters. And so, 3 days ago, she had found herself in an exam hall, writing her end of posting exams. They had seemed to go on well and she sincerely hoped that her results would be ‘well pleasing’ in her sight. The God-sent Doctor, Dr. Charles had been really helpful. She had kept in touch with him these past 2 weeks and he had continually re-assured her about Papa’s health. ...

EPISODE 13- Episode Finale Linda The lamp was growing dim, and whilst scratching her sleepy eyes, Linda yawned for the third time in 15 minutes. This was the fourth night in a row that she had kept awake all through the night; thanks to coffee. Within the last 2 weeks since she had returned to school, she had gone through most of her notes, studying them with an insane sort of passion- passion which could only come from the thoughts of writing serious professional exams in 2 weeks time. Past questions and their solutions were her ever present companions, as well as all sorts of handbooks and jotters. And so, 3 days ago, she had found herself in an exam hall, writing her end of posting exams. They had seemed to go on well and she sincerely hoped that her results would be ‘well pleasing’ in her sight. The God-sent Doctor, Dr. Charles had been really helpful. She had kept in touch with him these past 2 weeks and he had continually re-assured her about Papa’s health. ...

EPISODE 13- Episode Finale Linda The lamp was growing dim, and whilst scratching her sleepy eyes, Linda yawned for the third time in 15 minutes. This was the fourth night in a row that she had kept awake all through the night; thanks to coffee. Within the last 2 weeks since she had returned to school, she had gone through most of her notes, studying them with an insane sort of passion- passion which could only come from the thoughts of writing serious professional exams in 2 weeks time. Past questions and their solutions were her ever present companions, as well as all sorts of handbooks and jotters. And so, 3 days ago, she had found herself in an exam hall, writing her end of posting exams. They had seemed to go on well and she sincerely hoped that her results would be ‘well pleasing’ in her sight. The God-sent Doctor, Dr. Charles had been really helpful. She had kept in touch with him these past 2 weeks and he had continually re-assured her about Papa’s health. ...

Isaiah stood and then, he stooped; A seasoned prophet for the umpteenth time, absorbing a message from his Master: ‘Isaiah can you hear me? I will come to heal the broken-hearted, Yes, all of them I will come (and Isaiah sensed him smile) To set at liberty the bruised in spirit So tell them, Tell the bruised reeds to come, with their broken hearts, worn bodies and all; I will heal all!’ Isaiah stood from his stooped position once again, Flipped his brown parchment over howbeit, skeptically; He had to continue now: For excitedly, the Lord was saying: ‘Emotional narcoleptics can be healed of their visceral pain They can all have restored circadian rhythms, if they so choose’ Isaiah looked up, this time with a glint of understanding in his eyes The people  around were staring at him as if they could perceive an aura of  imminent madness, He seemed to be talking to himself, but no, he was having a discussion with Yahweh ‘But when are you co...

EPISODE 12 The sun filtered through the window panes, the trees justled to and fro in sweet harmony even as male and female folks clustered in pairs around the pool. Some families had come to the resort with their kids and you could hear the innocent laughter emanationg from these young folks, miles away. This was no ‘pool morning’ for Bunmi, as she lay in bed, enjoying whatever little serenity she had left. She rolled over, again and again. Her phones had been switched off since yesterday and she hoped all the patients in her unit were stable. With guilty hands, she finally switched on the phones. An immediate buzz the moment she switched it on. A message from her mother about wedding plans. ‘Abeg’ she said to herself. No message from anyone in the hospital. ‘Good.’ Finally, her feet were on the cold floor. She opened her bag to look for her pair of glasses, only for a ruffled paper to fall out from her glasses case. ‘Which one is this again?’ she soliloquized She smo...

Once again we hide; We hide the deep-seated anguish That pain within us that isn’t motor-no That isn’t sensory-no, That isn’t skeletal either; But sadly, is visceral This culprit has made us recline into a position of emotional narcolepsy And we resort to pain-lessness In the presence of the continuum of severe pain The spirochete in charge- Treponema pallidum Grins and groans Yet all we do is charge, But only within And not ever with the chance of expression

‘Oh let me see your face! I don’t want to go anywhere without your presence, Lord!’ I do the characteristic- that is, I pause Reflectively, I begin to analyze Dissecting every word and ruminating on every syllable Could she (i.e the singer) have had visual hallucinations? I listen again: ‘Take us into your holy place!’ Where is that holy place and for God’s sake, has she been there?  Isuspiciously conclude that her visions must indeed be hallucinations I come to me, and faintly remember that less syllabic dissection makes for a deeper immersion in the music and a calmer state of mind, a A more beautifully attained state For the more I dissect, The greater the amount of beauty in godliness I resect I fear that if I go deeper, I just might begin to resect away layers of the most important ‘variable’- My love for God I am a Christian! And in that interface between scholastic sagery and Christianity where every manifestation is suspicious to the criti...