In the first week of April, I had met the only Medical Science
student among 'the Einsteins' in my younger brother Daniel's room in
KNUST. As usual, unperturbed by the bitter-sweet decision of UTAG, this
'doctor-under-construction' was glued to his chair with eyes violently
scanning to grasp the conceptual 'medulla oblongata' demands of his
course.
I could not stop me thinking him another product of Unity Hall, who despite the chanting and 'wild' behavior of Konti boys would grow to still adopt the solitary and modest living doctors are known for.
I could not stop me thinking him another product of Unity Hall, who despite the chanting and 'wild' behavior of Konti boys would grow to still adopt the solitary and modest living doctors are known for.
I interrupted with a warm smile and remarked, "From the way you are seriously studying, if you are offered Strike and Sacrifice on the same plate, please don't hesitate to still choose the latter", he burst out laughing.
It is 2:15pm today, 15th April (a day to my birthday) and your guess is right...I'm on the road; in a bus from
Cape Coast to Kasoa. I had taken out my diary to scribble a few
thoughts for your read when I woke up at the shouts of two ladies seated
right before me. I had been dozing off...
And Guess what; right around Moree Junction, a man seated next to the two ladies, who like me, was presumed to be sleeping, was actually passing out to the other side of life. Yes, quietly dying!
What followed was two gentlemen shaking him vigorously to keep active the last pint of life left in him, whilst
And Guess what; right around Moree Junction, a man seated next to the two ladies, who like me, was presumed to be sleeping, was actually passing out to the other side of life. Yes, quietly dying!
What followed was two gentlemen shaking him vigorously to keep active the last pint of life left in him, whilst
the ladies emptied a bottle of cold water on him.
The driver had 'pumped his breaks' for another passenger to quickly dash out of our 'Kuffuor Bus' in search of
The driver had 'pumped his breaks' for another passenger to quickly dash out of our 'Kuffuor Bus' in search of
a cab.My desire for sleep had quickly dissipated and my gaze was locked
on the scene (wondering what i could possibly do to help).
Within 5 minutes, the sick man had been put in a taxi headed to the closest hospital.
My thoughts were taken aback to how justifiable the actions of doctors (i mean 'D'octors) were when they sacrificed today's life for tomorrow's bread. Would this man meet one? What would be their reaction?
It took God 6 days to create everything with man on the 6th day. I am not surprised it takes them 6 years to be fully equipped to handle God's most important creation, the human body. And when God chose the 7th day to rest, they have also chosen the 7th day of their grace period (hope you've been following news?) to watch the average Ghanaian suffer for the inactions of pizza-eating, plane-travelling, suit-wearing lawmakers who do not even use the services of public hospitals.
Two questions:
What if this dying man was the father of a doctor? or
What if he was a peasant farmer awaiting harvest money for his children's school fees and to renew an expired NHIS card in a village where there is only one doctor?
3:15pm (at Budumburam) and I can't wait to get these words here for your thoughts.
"What's wrong with my right to insist on what's left of my right?", a doctor may ask.
If you were in my bus today...No matter how you respond to this, I just pray you don't get any reason to visit the hospital; not even for an excursion!
Pray so for others too! The ear piece of the stethoscope has been locked in our ears to listen to the heartbeat of Mother Ghana; surely Ghana will survive.
Within 5 minutes, the sick man had been put in a taxi headed to the closest hospital.
My thoughts were taken aback to how justifiable the actions of doctors (i mean 'D'octors) were when they sacrificed today's life for tomorrow's bread. Would this man meet one? What would be their reaction?
It took God 6 days to create everything with man on the 6th day. I am not surprised it takes them 6 years to be fully equipped to handle God's most important creation, the human body. And when God chose the 7th day to rest, they have also chosen the 7th day of their grace period (hope you've been following news?) to watch the average Ghanaian suffer for the inactions of pizza-eating, plane-travelling, suit-wearing lawmakers who do not even use the services of public hospitals.
Two questions:
What if this dying man was the father of a doctor? or
What if he was a peasant farmer awaiting harvest money for his children's school fees and to renew an expired NHIS card in a village where there is only one doctor?
3:15pm (at Budumburam) and I can't wait to get these words here for your thoughts.
"What's wrong with my right to insist on what's left of my right?", a doctor may ask.
If you were in my bus today...No matter how you respond to this, I just pray you don't get any reason to visit the hospital; not even for an excursion!
Pray so for others too! The ear piece of the stethoscope has been locked in our ears to listen to the heartbeat of Mother Ghana; surely Ghana will survive.
