NOTE: What you are about to read is 100%
real. Nothing added; Nothing Deducted.
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It was a Saturday morning and I started
with my usual complain. ‘ouch! Mum, my
lower abdomen hurts’ I cried. ‘Which side?’
my mum asked. ‘the right side’ I replied
holding the described area. ‘marvellous,
bring my phone’ my mum yelled across the
corridor to the rooms; we were in the
kitchen. After some seconds, my lil’sis came
into the kitchen with my mum’s phone,
handed it to her and left(she is 10). ‘who are
you calling? I asked curiously. ‘doctor
Akinlade’ my mum simply replied. I went to
the dining room to sit on one of the dining
chairs. ‘hello doctor Akinlade, Good morning
sir….. it’s Mrs Ogie, the woman from 242…
yes sir… not really sir… she is complaining
again… she said it’s now at the right side of
her lower abdomen…. Ok sir… what time
should I bring her?..... ok sir, we will be
there….thank you….. good bye’ my mum
ended the conversation with doctor
Akinlade. ‘what did he say?’ I asked coming
out of the dining room as I entered the
kitchen. ‘he asked me to bring you to the
hospital by 10:30am for check up again’ she
answered. ‘I hope those nurses will not
shook my bombom again o because the
previous injections I took some weeks ago
still hurts’. I said rubbing my bottom. ‘I don’t
know. We will have to get there first and
even if injections are prescribed for you, you
have no choice but to take them’ she said. I
frowned and made way for the door beside
the kitchen that led to the front yard. ‘where
are you going to?’ my mum asked. ‘I want to
see scooby’ I replied. ‘make it brief, then go
take your bath, have breakfast and get ready
for us to leave’ she instructed. When she
said that, I quickly dashed to the sitting
room to look at the time. ‘ah mummy! It’s
just 7am na. I thought you said the doctor
asked us to come by 10:30am and by d way,
it’s the last Saturday of the month of
September; environmental sanitation! No
movement till 10am’ I said laughing. ‘wareva
duh!’ my mum replied me. She’s very funny
and at that moment, I said to myself, ‘this
woman ehn!’. I left to see my Scooby-boo
(don’t correct me, I know it’s “doo” but he is
my “boo”). ‘moses! Come help me with the
laundry’ I heard my mum call out to my
lil’bro(he is 13) who was watching an
animation on cartoon network on dstv. I bet
it was “The amazing spiderman”. He never
misses it on Saturday’s mornings. ‘oh
mummy! what about aunty Martha na” he
said with his gaze still fixed on the big
plasma tv screen. When I heard that, I just
shook my head out of pity. I said to myself,
“these children should better learn doing
the chores and other doesmestic works by
themselves o. it’s like they don’t know I will
be going to school soon”. Right from day
one, I have been the only one doing the
chores. They never help. My mum keeps
assuring me ‘don’t worry, when you go to
school, they will smell their ynash’ she will
say and I will laugh out loud because of her
last five words. ‘she is not feeling too well.
Oya come meet me at the backyard. Bring
you lundry basket and a bar of washing
soap with you. If I don’t see you at the
backyard in a minute, you’re gonna be in big
trouble young man’ my mum said to moses.
That’s my mum for you. You must obey her
no matter what. When she gives out an
order, it must be done. my dad is a military
man, it seems my mum took the
characteristics. You will hardly know my dad
is a soldier. He looks so calm and gentle
unlike other soldiers I know; who have wild
looks and they never smile. But there was a
time my dad was provoked by a junior
soldier whose rank was way below my
dad’s. when my dad ordered for him to be
delt with and locked up, I was shocked. You
should know what “dealing” with an
offender in the army is. It was curel. I
started asking myself questions like ‘isnt
that my sweet and innocent looking father?’
I was wowed that day. I nearly got tempted
to beg my dad to forgive the junior soldier
when I saw how the other soldiers handled
him but I dare not; ‘martha! Keep your tiny
mouth shut’ a voice from nowhere said and
I obeyed because I do not want the anger
transferred to me. My dad doesn’t punish us
(the kids). Infact, he is the exact opposite of
my mum. Not like my mum is terrible o. it’s
just that while my mum is very disciplined,
my dad is not all that disciplined. When my
mum is annoyed by any of us, her “pankere”
does the job. She can flog the first letter out
of your name and when my dad on the
other hand is annoyed by any of us, he can
simply just yell at us and walk away then he
will come back after some time, pet you and
tell you not to do it again. though, his yells
get to me. I hate being shouted, yelled or
screamed at. It makes me cry. Let me say
that’s my “weak-point”. Anyways, I love my
dad so much. ‘mum, you should really get a
washing machine o’ my lil’bro said while
coming out of the sitting room. He was
frowning because his “spiderman time” got
interrupted. ‘washing machines are for lazy
people. They never get your clothes as clean
as manual washing will and they make the
colours fade’ my mum replied him from the
backyard. I laughed when I heard this. She
always defends her opinions. When my lil’sis
heard that moses had left the sitting room,
she quickly hurried over there to watch her
favourite channel, “Disney junior”. She and
moses earlier had a fight on who would
watch the dstv. Moses won being her elder
bro. she had been sulking in her room until
she found out he was leaving to help my
mum with the lundary.
Immediately scooby saw me, he ran to meet
me. He jumped on me and started licking my
face. I hate that! eeeew….. but I love him
with all I got. I took him on a short walk so
that he could poo. For a while, I forgot I was
in pain. Being with Scooby gives me so
much joy. He is my most priced possession.
At first when my dad bought and brought
him, I never liked him but as the days
changed to weeks and weeks to months we
naturally became very close. Sometimes we
eat together and he spends the night in my
room, on my bed. He is so adorable and FYI,
very neat. He is bathed twice daily. My lil’bro
and I take turns to bath him. He is also
healthy. He eats everything except
groundnuts. He eats pineapple, sugarcane,
watermelon, pounded yam with any kindda
soup except of course, groundnut soup. He
takes custard, pap, garri with enough mik
and sugar, lacasera, coke, any kindda drink.
There was a night when my mum’s glass of
baron fell. The glass didn’t get broken
though, the drink just spilled on the black
tiles in the sitting room and Scooby was
there. I quickly ordered moses to go and get
the mop. Before he came back with the
mop, Scooby has already licked the spilled
baron alcohol drink from the ground. He
licked everything. Everyone at home was
shocked and amazed. I was laughing my azz
out. Moses just sprinkled some water on the
spot and cleaned it. Few minutes later,
Scooby started misbehaving. He ran like a
mad dog into my room. He got on my bed
and started humping my pillows (as in
banging it in a intimate manner). Sincerely
writing, this is no joke. It is 100% real. I
wish you had seen the scene. It was dead
funny. While he kept humpimg it, his
DICKtation started to come out. He was so
serious that he didn’t recognise the
presence of anybody in the room. He
humped very fast and when his humping
got out of hand, my dad ordered that he
should be taken outside. Moses offered to
take him out. Moses carried him and he
started biting moses’s hand. Moses
managed to take him outside and as soon
as his legs touched the ground, he ran to
the front yard like he was being chased.
Wow! What a crazy dog…
Soon, after bringing Scooby back home from
our little walk, I had my breakfast, by that
time, my mum was done with the lundary. I
served sccoby his own share of the food
and I went to take my bath. When it was
10:15am, my mum and I left for the hospital.
Moses and marvellous were at home. Mum
warned both of them not to get into a fight,
to behave themselves and to stay indoors
until she got back from the hospital. When
we got to the hospital, my mum was told
that the doctor wasn’t around. We waited
for about 30 minutes yet he didn’t come.
She was pissed that he missed their
appointment. She called him and his wife
picked up. She explained he had an
emergency programme to attend in church.
My mum explained what the situation was
(she is his wife, she knows everything about
his hospital and she is 100% involved as the
“Doctor’s wife”). After my mum explained
why she needed to see the doctor, his wife
asked my mum to give the phone to one of
the nurses; particularly Nurse Amaka. Nurse
Amaka seemed to be the most senior nurse
and kind of like the P.A of the doctor. My
mum handed the phone to Nurse Amaka to
speak with the Doctor’s wife. ‘Hello Ma…. Yes
ma… ok ma….. no problem ma….. bye ma’
with that, Nurse Amaka ended the
conversation. ‘she asked me to run the
check up on Martha and keep the report for
the Doctor to look at when he is on seat’
Nurse Amaka explained to my mum. ‘where
is her hospital card?’ she asked my mum. My
mum immediately opened her bag, brought
it out and gave it to her. She took a look at
the registration number and returned the
card to my mum who kept it back in her
bag. ‘Nurse Theresa, bring out the hospital
file for patient number 3,471 and give it to
me’ she said to one of the junior nurses
sitting in the reception. Nurse Theresa
quickly searched for the file and handed it
Nurse Amaka. Nurse Amaka spoke English
fluently but with a very strong Igbo accent
which amused me. She led my mum and I to
an office for the check up. There was an
hospital bed in the corner of the room. It
wasn’t for a patient on admission to lie on;
it was for a patient to lie on for examination.
‘sit down please’ she said to my mum and I,
pointing to two chairs. We sat down and
she herself sat down on another chair
directly facing us but there was a table in-
between. ‘Miss Martha, what is the problem?’
Nurse Amaka asked me. ‘I feel pains on the
left side of my lower abdomen. Not really
pains though; I just feel like there’s
something heavy in there’ I explained
pointing my finger to the exact spot. ‘ok, I
see’ Nurse Amaka answered flipping
through pages of my hospital file. ‘According
to your file, you made a similar complain the
last time you came but it was at the right
side of your lower abdomen and it was
treated. How come it came up again?’ she
said. I took it as a rhetorical question and
kept quiet. ‘I really don’t know. The pains
comes and goes. And when it comes, she
hardly walks. The last time, I spent nearly 15
thousand naira for it to be treated. Now, it is
back in another area. I hope your
treatments here are not fake o’ my mum
said. ‘Hahaha madam. No o. nothing like
that. our treatment is authentic. We remain
number one. We’ve had a case similar to
this. Let me run a brief check up on her’
Nurse Amaka said laughing at my mum’s
comment. ‘go and lie down on that bed’ she
instructed, pointing at the hospital bed at
the corner of the room. I stood up, walked
to the bed, removed my shoes and laid on it.
I adjusted my dress so that my abdomen
can be in plain view because I know that
was where she was going to examine. ‘Does
it hurt?’ she asked as she poked it. ‘No’ I
replied. She kept poking different spots on
my abdomen; asking whether it hurt but my
replies were negative. ‘Stand up, go and
have your seat’ she ordered. I obeyed. ‘I
think it is apendix’ she told my mum. When I
heard that, my heart skipped 3 beats before
it started beating normal again. ‘omg! Omg!!
Omg!!!’ was what I kept saying inside of me.
‘Think? Are you not sure?’ my mum asked
the Nurse. ‘Not really madam. The doctor will
give the final confirmation. With her
complains and the report I have written in
her file, he will know what is wrong with
her and if he is not sure, he will re-run the
check up by himself’ Nurse Amaka explained.
‘ok. Is that all for now?’ my mum asked. ‘Yes
ma; that will be all for now. I will let you
know when the doctor is around’ Nurse
Amaka responded. ‘ok then. Thank you very
much’ my mum said and with that, we left
the hospital. The ride home was quiet
because neither did my mum nor I talk. I
was praying silently. I begged God not to
allow my illness to be the cause of appendix.
I had never been operated on and I was
scared.

When we got home, I dashed to my room to
sleep. Few hours later, I was woken up by a
call from an unknown number. I picked up
the call and found out the caller was a
female. “weird!” I thought. The only females
who call are my sisters and mum. Nobody
else. The rest of my callers are guys. ‘hello is
this Martha?’ the caller asked. ‘yes. Please
who am I speaking with?’ I replied. ‘I am
one of the nurses from Great physician
hospital. I just want to let you know that the
doctor is around and will want to attend to
you’ she explained. ‘oh; ok. I will go tell my
mum now. We will be on our way shortly’ I
said. ‘ok then. He will be expecting you. Bye’
she said and hung up. I looked at the time
on my phone and it was 3:49pm. I went to
my mum’s room but she wasn’t there. I
headed to the sitting room and I met her
watching a television program on African
Magic Yoruba. ‘you are awake. Go and have
your lunch. Are you still feeling pains?’ my
mum asked as soon as she saw me entering
the sitting room. ‘no. one of the nurses from
the hospital called me just now. She said the
doctor is around and wants us to come o’ I
said ignoring the part where she told me to
go and have my lunch. ‘how did she get
your number?’ my mum asked puzzled. ‘I
think it is from my hospital file. My phone
number is attached to it.’ I said. ‘ok then,
let’s go immediately’ she told me. ‘moses,
take care of the house. I will be back soon’
my mum said to my lil’bro who was playing
a video game on his P.S somewhere around
the corner of the sitting room. ‘ok ma’ he
replied her unconcerned about her
destination. We left home and got to the
hospital about 10 minutes later. When we
got there, we were immediately ushered
into the doctor’s office. After exchanging
pleasantries, we took our seats and he got
to business. He ran a check up on me similar
to that of nurse Amaka. He wrote some
things in “Doctor’s Language” on my file.
‘madam, it is appendix and there are two
ways to solve it. I will give her drugs and
injections which will subside the pains but it
is advisable to use the second solution
which is surgery so that it will be gone once
and for all because the first is not going to
completely solve it. It may even get to a point
where it will rupture and that is very
dangerous. So madam, the choice is yours,
what do you think? Doctor Akinlade said.
‘Let it be operated. I hate seeing her in
pains’ my mum told him. ‘ok then. The
surgery, admission, medication and every
other thing is going to cost you 70
thousand naira’ Doctor Akinlade said. ‘Hmm,
kindda cheap’ I said to myself. I read a post
online where someone was operated for
appendix and he was charged 125
thousand naira. Though, I was told it
depended on the hospital. Like for instance,
at general hospital, it is 25 thousand naira.
Eeewwww… I hate the general hospital. A
very disgusting place to be. ‘aahh… Doctor!
It is too expensive o. Oya reduce it’ my mum
said. ‘hahaha. Madam, that is the price. She
will be well taken care of’ the doctor replied.
‘it still doesn’t matter. Reduce your price’ my
mum insisted. ‘ok. Bring 60 thousand. That
is the least I can do. We are ready when you
are ready’ he affirmed. ‘thank u doctor. Let
me call my husband and let him know.
Excuse me’ my mum said and stood up to go
outside to make a call; I followed her. ‘what
did daddy say?’ I asked her after she had
finished talking to my dad. ‘he said it should
be done on Monday’ she replied. She Went in
to see the doctor while I waited for her
outside, in the car. She came out of the
hospital and drove me home. The fear I had
in me earlier vanished. I was kindda excited
about the whole surgery issh. When I told
my siblings, marvellous started crying saying
‘Aunty Martha is going to die’. ‘shut up!’ my
mum ordered her. ‘she will not die. Nothing
is going to happen’ my mum said. I sat back
waiting for Monday to arrive; waiting for a
remarkable day in my life to come.
To BE CoNTinUEd…

Abu Mikey:




I hit this thread 1st

hurray! Hehehe

Are you trying to spell SURGICAL? I mean your title.

Could you also paragraph your story? It makes the piece less cumbersome and more fun to read.

I thot I would be the first to comment? Abu Mikey beat me to that








On a more serious note this really proves to be a gr8 piece, a little work on your paragraphing/spacing would do just that.
*following*

Abu Mikey:

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Your story needs some editing,so much classified informations in it. IMHO

mikey i support you, some info here myt expose her to harm and btw its SURGICAL not SUGERICAL change it in the title of your two posts

I posted this directly from my laptop... So I guess datz why d whole paragraph issh didnt come up. And by d way, way classified info are we talking about? What "Harm"? U be theif ni?

Marthakings: I posted this directly from my laptop... So I guess datz why d whole paragraph issh didnt come up. And by d way, way classified info are we talking about? What "Harm"? U be theif ni?

baby i no b thief and frm ur story one can observe dat u are from a rich home and if i were to b a kidnapper all i would do is to look for Great physician hospital then i would ask them to direct me to mama martha or mama moses or mama marvelous house whose husband is a military man and my love u knw na as i don find ur house una go pay ransome tire so u c u r now in harms way

I'm enjoying the story with the full details but Martha, Abu is kinda right o

use to think the ailment was called appendicitis...

abi na pajawiri dokita be this?

Nice writeup madam!!!

Oh Martha, wishing a speedy recovery and praying for you. I know it is not easy but with God, you must pull through, Since you not online yet, I know you must be recovering speedily.

God's blessings. Stay blessed.