My Encounter #The Men In Black

The Men In Black

In between the white walls, people moving up and down, some sitting in calmness, some in pain, others in despair. Half of them have placed their fate in the hands of the other half as if they were the givers of life. The other half, with looks on their faces that say, ‘we know you trust us, but we don’t know if we are even sure we trust ourselves’.

Somewhere by the white walls, they were both in black; One standing on the massaging soles of the crocs, the other sitting on the hard wooden bench that felt like stone.

He was in black;

Mourning and annoyed yet calm as he he ranted, ‘you keep saying I’m coming, I’m coming but you never come yet, I am in a hurry. Besides it was your fault she passed away so soon. There was a hole in her leg and you put POP on the leg by force. She couldn’t take the heat, her heart could not take the discomfort so she passed out and passed on. After all the money we have spent these past four days just for her to die. All these sleepless up and down movements. It was all your fault! Mtcheeew’

And his eyes were red- not sure if that was from the lack of sleep, from crying or from boozing his sorrows and worries away

He was in a black – a black surgical;

He had an expressionless expression on his face.

He neither defended himself nor put out any blame.

He looked as confident as he perhaps was before the surgery.

His kente head gear (obviously his Gh swag and an intentional effort for the patient to feel at ease and for him to be approachable), tightly tucking his thick afro hair in shape made him a medical force of Africa to reckon with.

Behind his thick glasses were the eyes of a man standing accused but he was not running away.

Those eyes were not that of one running from responsibility.

Those firm arms knew how to hold a scalpel and cut out the disease.

Those thick glasses were to magnify it further for a clear sight.

His firm physical stature and pose exuded his mental and professional ability with an unquestionable confidence.

That firm look was that of a man who has spent and traded his life for this career. It was all he knew to do.

Between the white walls, two men in black, the one sitting, looking up to the one standing, looking down back at him, the deafening silence answering their questions without a voice or solution

...because somewhere behind those walls was the one who was actually never again going to see the light of day in this world. And somewhere by these men in black, sat an observer, writing her impressions away.

#The Untold Stories Of Medical Practitioners