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By Dr Wilson Orhiunu
(Babawilly)
Life is like a vapour….
Ologbo watched Dr Igo’s mouth move. He heard words which seemed intended for someone else.
‘Ologbo, do you understand?’ Dr Igo asked
‘Perhaps you have the wrong test results. It cannot be mine. I don’t even wear a beard’ Ologbo muttered in a throaty voice he barely recognized as his own.
No wonder the looks. Ologbo could have sworn he saw a look of pity in her eyes when the nurse showed him in. She gave him a cup of tea and biscuits. Others in the waiting room wondered why he had such special treatment.
Dr Igo had gone straight to the point. ‘I am afraid it is bad news. You have a rare form of Leukaemia; Hairy Cell Leukaemia’.
A huge book was opened up. It looked so large to Ologbo.
‘You are not even in the age group for HCL. That’s life’ said Doctor Igo who seemed to be reading the six o clock news. Bad news.
Outside the Igo Infirmary Ologbo had to hold back his urge to smash the windscreen of his Doctor’s Navigator jeep.
It wasn’t till he got to Isaiah’s flat that he broke down.
‘I only went for this lump under my chin and now this’ cried Ologbo.
Beers were ordered and the DVD player switched on. Isaiah got Ologbo talking after a few bottles and it didn’t seem so bad after all. At least there was treatment.
‘In three day time we see the haematologist. Till then we drink and drown our sorrow’ said Isaiah.
Laughter is like good medicine……
They laughed till tears came out of their eyes. Isaiah slid off his chair and began to cough.
‘Of all the Leukaemia wey dey, na di byah-byah one you see carry’ said Isaiah gasping for air
‘Na wa o! When I no bi Santa Klaus’
Isaiah’s phone went off.
‘Hello. Commissioner for beard speaking’ he said. He soon staggered to the door.
‘You are drunk. I have been ringing that bell for twenty minutes’ said Egala.
‘My cousin, we are mourning. My friend here says he is going to die’ said Isaiah.
Egala ignored the drunk pair and took her suitcase to the bed room. She often turned up unannounced whenever she tired of the University Campus life.
‘If that your cousin was finer, I would have loved her’ said Ologbo to his friend.
‘Forget love. Drink and be merry’ replied Isaiah.
Egala had changed into something more comfortable and joined them in the cramped sitting room. She took the remote control and started the DVD from the beginning. It was a stand up comedy show.
(Babawilly)
Life is like a vapour….
Ologbo watched Dr Igo’s mouth move. He heard words which seemed intended for someone else.
‘Ologbo, do you understand?’ Dr Igo asked
‘Perhaps you have the wrong test results. It cannot be mine. I don’t even wear a beard’ Ologbo muttered in a throaty voice he barely recognized as his own.
No wonder the looks. Ologbo could have sworn he saw a look of pity in her eyes when the nurse showed him in. She gave him a cup of tea and biscuits. Others in the waiting room wondered why he had such special treatment.
Dr Igo had gone straight to the point. ‘I am afraid it is bad news. You have a rare form of Leukaemia; Hairy Cell Leukaemia’.
A huge book was opened up. It looked so large to Ologbo.
‘You are not even in the age group for HCL. That’s life’ said Doctor Igo who seemed to be reading the six o clock news. Bad news.
Outside the Igo Infirmary Ologbo had to hold back his urge to smash the windscreen of his Doctor’s Navigator jeep.
It wasn’t till he got to Isaiah’s flat that he broke down.
‘I only went for this lump under my chin and now this’ cried Ologbo.
Beers were ordered and the DVD player switched on. Isaiah got Ologbo talking after a few bottles and it didn’t seem so bad after all. At least there was treatment.
‘In three day time we see the haematologist. Till then we drink and drown our sorrow’ said Isaiah.
Laughter is like good medicine……
They laughed till tears came out of their eyes. Isaiah slid off his chair and began to cough.
‘Of all the Leukaemia wey dey, na di byah-byah one you see carry’ said Isaiah gasping for air
‘Na wa o! When I no bi Santa Klaus’
Isaiah’s phone went off.
‘Hello. Commissioner for beard speaking’ he said. He soon staggered to the door.
‘You are drunk. I have been ringing that bell for twenty minutes’ said Egala.
‘My cousin, we are mourning. My friend here says he is going to die’ said Isaiah.
Egala ignored the drunk pair and took her suitcase to the bed room. She often turned up unannounced whenever she tired of the University Campus life.
‘If that your cousin was finer, I would have loved her’ said Ologbo to his friend.
‘Forget love. Drink and be merry’ replied Isaiah.
Egala had changed into something more comfortable and joined them in the cramped sitting room. She took the remote control and started the DVD from the beginning. It was a stand up comedy show.
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