Eh yah 2

I became very sick that week and decided to go for a second opinion.  I usually trust doctors and with them I'm like a one way traffic, not looking left or right. But like we say in Nigeria you do not tell a deaf and dumb that there's a war, no one had to tell me to seek a second opinion.

I set out that evening to the hospital in Ebute Metta that I had used in the past. As soon as the veteran doctor checked me out he knew that something was terribly wrong. 

He had known me for a long time and so there was no need to act like all was well. The words went straight to my heart like bullets as he spoke to hubby over the phone. "We need to save Amaka's life because baby is dead. The head has collapsed indicating that baby has been dead for a while now".

I could not believe my ears. This time the "eh yah" was to myself.

I had a temperature of about 40 degrees. The test result showed that my white blood cell count was quite high, my body was battling infections from harbouring a dead foetus which could kill me.

At that point, I knew that the only option I had was to be strong.

I had four very young children to raise and so as my loved ones cried upon hearing the news of my predicament,  I worked on my psyche spiritually and physically to fight the impending war.

That same night, Mr. Michael Jackson passed on and for a very brief moment I thought that dying would be the only way to finally see the man I had longed all my life to meet.

It was a split moment of insanity after which I quickly got back into my fighting mode.

In the morning I went to the church and asked God for mercy. I received a special anointing of the sick from the priest and left for the hospital.

I went back to the same killer doctor to let him know that my opinion mattered. He had to do his job, get the dead foetus out of my body. 

 As soon as he confirmed what the other doctor had confirmed earlier he sluggishly admitted me in the hospital and then began my journey through the shadow of darkness.

To be continued.....