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Re: Doctor by creamyanne: 12:45pm On Mar 24, 2015 |
Great piece 4rm Oga Royver!, How I xo much love ur stories!... At least I can relate 2 this piece,... The tears, pains, screams, smell of raw blood and the gory sight 4rm open flesh in A& E can mke u go nuts, rememberd d young female Doc dat took a special liking 2 my case in A&E, dat Lady clearly loves her job. A Special Shoutout 2 all d humane doctors, dat love their jobs. #ur loyalfan#. 1 Like |
Re: Doctor by Nobody: 1:10pm On Mar 24, 2015 |
I hope the story continues. |
Re: Doctor by buoye1(m): 3:04pm On Mar 24, 2015 |
toykathy:very wicket sister!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!you know the love i av for royver's stories and you never mentioned it to me.......issorai,ayam here myself.......................congrats on your FTC |
Re: Doctor by buoye1(m): 3:07pm On Mar 24, 2015 |
LewisO:YOU BETTER keep quite if you dont know royver!!!!!!!!!!!!! follow the tory and you ll testify read:i see things others do not see by royver and you ll bow! ![]() |
Re: Doctor by LewisO: 3:10pm On Mar 24, 2015 |
buoye1:[size=14pt]Go home and tell them to keep quiet. ![]() If i didn't deduce to how does that affect u? ![]() 1 Like |
Re: Doctor by buoye1(m): 3:24pm On Mar 24, 2015 |
LewisO:sorry sir oga boss 1 Like |
Re: Doctor by Evangelio(m): 3:46pm On Mar 24, 2015 |
Sir Roy i remove my cap in real time, how do you juggle being a doctor and writing great stories? 1 Like |
Re: Doctor by connkg(m): 6:02pm On Mar 24, 2015 |
Looking forward to this story getting interestingly supernatural soon. Quarrels should cease. Bans await offenders. Royver? Carry on! (na GOD win...APC or PDP)! |
Re: Doctor by toykathy(f): 8:52pm On Mar 24, 2015 |
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Re: Doctor by buoye1(m): 3:28pm On Mar 25, 2015 |
royver what are you waiting for?i need update ASAP |
Re: Doctor by frank317: 5:14pm On Mar 25, 2015 |
Lol.... Interesting, u are good. |
Re: Doctor by OmichaelO: 10:19pm On Mar 25, 2015 |
royver, i really dont like you. you make your stories very very i repeat very addictive. now am stuck here. Please update o before i send you a howler. ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() |
Re: Doctor by rapmike(m): 11:43pm On Mar 25, 2015 |
Wow, is that it? That is so wonderful that I can't find the word to describe it. Errm, Royver can you mentor me, please? Abeg, ejo, please. But at least help me give your comments and criticism on my ongoing story: Tade- the rise of an activist. |
Re: Doctor by Royver(m): 11:45pm On Mar 25, 2015 |
rapmike:ok send me the link lemme have a look |
Re: Doctor by rapmike(m): 12:57am On Mar 26, 2015 |
Royver: www.nairaland.com/2048177/tade-rise-activist That's the link. |
Re: Doctor by Royver(m): 5:24pm On Mar 26, 2015 |
firestar: Ewwwwww ![]() 1 Like |
Re: Doctor by Royver(m): 5:27pm On Mar 26, 2015 |
ADOPTED “Next patient,” I yelled out as I stretched my cramped legs under the table to get some relief. I had seen quite a number of patients today and was beginning to get tired. A middle aged woman in an attractive English-styled native attire walked in carrying a beautiful light skinned baby girl in her bosom. A cloud of expensive perfume followed her and in an instant my stuffy room was transformed into the sweet smelling nectar of spring. I sighed deeply, pleased already by this stranger who was about to pour out all her troubles to me. In as much as we are trained as doctors to ignore smells, mode of dressing and language issues of patients, it doesn’t hurt at all as a patient to appear in your very best. I guessed her age at late 30s, early 40s and even though the passage of time was etched in secret places on her pleasant face, it was obvious she was taking very good care of herself. “What can I do for you ma’m?” I asked genially. She smiled a little shyly and gestured at the infant who was looking up at us with wide and curious eyes. “She has been vomiting and passing watery stool since yesterday.” “Ah, already?” I frowned, “Aren’t you doing exclusive breast feeding?” “Er, no.” she replied, looking a bit guilty. “That’s the problem right there!” I began. “If you were breastfeeding this baby exclusively, she wouldn’t be exposed to germs from the water you use and she wouldn’t be having diarrhea now…” She interrupted me abruptly, “Doctor, she’s not my child.” I froze. It was like someone pressed the pause button on me. All my gesticulations, the mock frown on my face, the words that were still tumbling out of my mouth, everything came to a standstill. “ She’s not your child?” I echoed like they do in those nollywood movies I like so much. “She’s not my child.” The woman repeated with a gentle laugh. “I adopted her from the abandoned baby’s home near the market. Isn’t she lovely?” “Yes she is, I mean she even resembles you!”I replied, still amazed that she could open up to me like this. It had crossed my mind that she was a bit matured to be having a child but it wasn’t such an uncommon occurrence so I had shelved the thought. Most ladies would hide the fact that they had adopted a child even though we had a tendency to find out sooner or later. Not this woman. She looked at the babe with such tenderness and love in her eyes that I found myself smiling sheepishly. “I would like to run a full health check on her, doctor.” she continued. “We are travelling to Lagos before the election then from there I’m taking her to the United States…” “You’ll need a visa for the baby you know,” I replied, to which she happily pulled out some documents for me from her handbag. Her joy was infectious. “My husband works in immigrations and has a few contacts so it was relatively easy.” I studied the documents. They were all legit. “So…you have no kids of your own then?” I asked quietly. “I hope I’m not prying too much…” “It’s okay doc,” she smiled and took a moment to tear her gaze away from the baby long enough to answer me. “I married late and then found out I couldn’t conceive. The gynaecologist said I have blocked tubes. While trying to work on that my menses came. We decided it would be best to adopt.” “Oh, I see.” I replied a little awkwardly, but she laughed and turned back to the baby. “Just think, someone didn’t want this bundle of joy and I’ve been looking for one all these years…she’s mine doc, all mine!” I smiled as I looked upon her happy face. She was gazing at the child adoringly while the little baby simply gazed upwards and gurgled back in return. I soliloquized within myself as I stared curiously through the acquisition documents and began writing some laboratory tests and drug prescriptions; here was a baby whose destiny seemed uncertain at first, but who had by that same chance of fate had a silver spoon thrust into her mouth where not even a wooden one was before. Where nature’s biological mother had abandoned her, fate had provided her with someone who worshipped, adored and cherished her for everything she was and everything she was going to be. The sky would be her limit. 5 Likes 1 Share |
Re: Doctor by firestar(f): 5:28pm On Mar 26, 2015 |
Re: Doctor by base83: 5:55pm On Mar 26, 2015 |
Chai! I am late...space remain for front? Thank you already for a wonderful story am sure Royver ![]() |
Re: Doctor by tohero(m): 6:19pm On Mar 26, 2015 |
Thanks for the profession insights. This is really the best break from fictions. Good job royver! Following |
Re: Doctor by christejames(m): 5:38pm On Apr 01, 2015 |
Masterpiece from the master himself. ...your boy is patiently following |
Re: Doctor by Hector90(m): 11:33pm On Apr 01, 2015 |
Royver u don kill me. |
Re: Doctor by Royver(m): 12:35am On Apr 19, 2015 |
It's been a long long time since I've been here. It's been a long long time since I have been anywhere. By anywhere I mean anywhere inside my head. The outside world has kept me too busy So busy i didn't notice my shadow had upped and left for a few days. So busy I forgot to eat or sleep or breathe...no, I'm rambling now. I need a pause button. Better yet I need to breathe. The Buhari/Johnathan saga season one is over... Season two loading, coming out May 29, limited editions only. The governors tremble and honorable men suddenly remember to return money they once lost in their pockets. The south africans court war and religious fanatics scream for blood And I hear a bell, it should be a trumpet but it is a bell A bell sounding, a herald, coming. Its been two days, day three is dawning. Are you ready for the awakening? [size=4pt](sometimes, I make absolutely no sense...or do I?)[/size] |
Re: Doctor by Royver(m): 1:18am On Apr 19, 2015 |
She came into my office with huge pleading eyes, like she wanted to report something to me but didn't know how. her skin was covered in blisters and dried up rashes and I squirmed in my seat as I imagined how those blemishes would feel to her. As i watched she itched and scratched and i involuntarily found myself doing the same. Her parents followed soon after. Her father, a no-nonsense looking type of man, walked in proudly in his dirty blue overall and straw hat. No one needed to tell me he was a labourer and a hard-working one at that. his small stature was easily lost in his towering demeanor as he looked down at me through his thick mustache as i sat on my chair. I resisted the urge to stand up and salute him. His wife came in next. She wore a bright yellow blouse and two wrappers wrapped around her thick waist. She smelt as bad as he did and seemed to have this "I-dare-you-to-say-anything-about-my-smell look. They ordered the child to sit down and then glared at me like i was the cause of their problems. I smiled but they didn't reciprocate. It wasn't anger I saw though but pride. Proud parents both of them. It dawned on me suddenly that their pride would have and would continue to bring them a lot of grief in this life. 'Good afternoon sir, madam.' I enthused. "What can I do for you?" "This is our daughter." The man said, pulling the little girl towards me. I guessed her age at ten and then looked at her card: six. Man, she looked old. "She has rashes on her body, we have been treating it and treating it but it refuse go". The man explained in his near perfect english. I decided to relax him a bit. "Ehen, as the rash no go wetin una come do na? Una no fit clap for am make e run comot?" I smiled. The girl giggled. The woman hid her grin behind her hand. The man said nothing. Just looked at me deadpan like; This is a serious matter and you are joking? "Like i said doctor, this rash has been here for a long time." He said slowly and deliberately. it was obvious he didnt come to hospital for the laughs. I stopped smiling immediately. "How long?" I queried. "Three years now." He replied. "We have tried rubbing cream, palm oil, crude oil, snail (at this point my jaw dropped), "Snail ![]() The man glared at me. "Yes doctor. SNAIL" I pretended i understood and nodded sympathetically. "Even the snail did not work. We now started using hydraulic because my friend tell me hydraulic treat anything." "Did it work?" I asked with mock curiousity. "Not at all. Doctor I have tried all I can, and wasted so much money. I decided to come to hospital to see if we can run test." he finished finally. I asked the now scared looking girl to stand up. When most kids are being handled by a doctor they think we are going to magically bring an injection and needle from somewhere and jab them with it. Many a children's doctor has found himself chasing round a room trying to catch a child that has made up its mind to protect his or her bum from that horrible magical needle, usually the mother assists in trapping the little buggers. On my own part I try to play with the child a little and gain thier trust. Its easierto examine a child and make a diagnosis when they are not screaming the office down in sheer terror. So i called this six year old girl and she began to panic. So i asked her about her rashes. I showed her the scar on my right hand to and scratched it vigorously, getting her to realise i knew what she was suffering. Finally she helped me scratch my rash and allowed me to examine her. During the few seconds I used to gain her trust her dad watched me like a hawk. "Doctor should we hold her down?" he finally asked. "No, no, just be patient please." I encouraged. The mother said nothing and watched from afar off. I finally got her to show me her rashes and even to pull her dress which she did willingly. her body was covered with the stuff. They looked like abrasion marks, the kind of thing you see when you scrape your knee on cement floor. She winced when i touched them but did not cry. At the end of my examination I took a sweet from a corner of my desk that i kept handy for such occasions and looking at the father first for approval, gave it to her. She smiled sweetly in thanks and proceeded to open the wrapper noisily. "Do you have any other children sir?" I asked. he shook his head, no. "Do any of the other kids in the compound have the same rashes?" Another no. "What kind of water do you use?" "Pipe bourne water from overhead tank." the mustached father replied brusquely. "And this rash has been there for three years?" "Yes sir." he replied. I sat back and pondered. I had seen these rashes before somewhere, I just couldn't bring it to mind just yet. I looked at the parent's skin. They were hard and brittle-looking, but then they were honest hardworking folk, i wasn't expecting their skin to be soft... And then it hit me. "Excuse me, what kind of soap is this girl bathing with?" "Cutting-cutting soap." The man replied. "Which one is cutting-cutting..." "Soda sir. We use soda to baff her..." "WHAAAAAAT?" I shouted. "Why would you do that? why would you bathe a small child like this with soda soap?" "But, I bathe with it and it does nothing to me. Even my wife bathes with it...Its very affordable. We started bathing baby with it three years ago..." 2 Likes 1 Share |
Re: Doctor by rapmike(m): 1:58am On Apr 19, 2015 |
Soda soap as in Canoe bar-soap? That's ridiculous, though possible. Poverty at its peak. |
Re: Doctor by Coldfaya(m): 6:51am On Apr 19, 2015 |
rapmike: See u! Canoe soap is even ahead of soda in the pecking order so u can imagine. Soda is locally made. Mehn persin don see suffer head small sha. God I thank You for today. 1 Like |
Re: Doctor by hahn(m): 7:43am On Apr 19, 2015 |
Royver: Lovely story. Your writing style is very cool. Following |
Re: Doctor by Royver(m): 9:17am On Apr 19, 2015 |
rapmike:Aje - butter ![]() Canoe soap is ten times better than soda soap 1 Like |
Re: Doctor by Royver(m): 9:20am On Apr 19, 2015 |
Coldfaya: ![]() |
Re: Doctor by Royver(m): 9:20am On Apr 19, 2015 |
Re: Doctor by vonn(f): 11:42am On Apr 19, 2015 |
Lol Cutting-cutting soap. As in TRUCK green bar soap OR CANOPY white soap ![]() |
Re: Doctor by lanre2009: 11:54am On Apr 19, 2015 |
vonn: Plenty of new generations kids here. Soda soap as in OSE KONGI (KONGI SOAP).... ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() |
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