I can vividly remember one night some of my nearby neighbours had a fight, and one of them grabbed a knife and tried to slit the throat of the other, but quickly the one on the receiving end of the snuff attempt put his hands to guide his neck, so instead of his throat being slit, his four finger were badly wounded with very deep cuts because the knife was really sharp.
I and the People around the neighbourhood didn't have time to start questioning the sanity of he guy on the offensive, we simply had to rush the guy who though was lucky enough to have his four fingers almost cut into equality instead of his throat slit, was still losing considerable pints of blood via profuse bleeding to the nearest local Hospital.
We were turned back by the clinic staff who insisted a Police report be produced before they even let us enter their gates, talkless of look at the injured guy who was losing blood from his badly cut fingers.
I witnessed geysers of bright red blood spurt out of the ruptured arteries of his badly cut fingers.
It took us almost a night vigil to get a police report and when we finally did we rushed back to the same hospital.
By this time i'm sure he'd already lost enough blood to rescue an accident victim from a coma, i wondered how he managed to retain his consciousness. The squirting and spurting out of blood didn't cease while we kept trying to persuade the medical staff to tend to his wounds first before other logistics but inspite of the pool of "Human Blood" in front of them and all our reasonable persuasions not a single thing was said or done until we coughed out an undisclosed amount of cash to purchase a hospital card.
It took what looked like an eternity of waiting for the doctor to come, and finally stitch him.
That night, i became so religious and spiritual and started preaching because it was indeed a miracle that this guy didn't have his throat slit and didn't end up bleeding to death.
However, few moments, weeks and years later, i began to ponder how valueless Human Life seemed to be in this country and how money seems to matter more than principles and charity to many who hold critical life or death determining jobs.
The Truth must be said and i don't care if anyone scowls granulously at me when i show up at the shopping mall this weekend; the neglect of duty by our home based medical staff make them killers and murderers.
Now in medical school most Doctors or Nurses in training are made to believe that flying out and getting a good deal across the Atlantic and Pacific are the best means of having a fulfilled career as medical practitioners, so when some of their mates fly out, they feel left behind, unlucky and frustrated and turn this discontent into neglect of duty then they become killers and murderers in our local private and government owned medical institutions.
A couple of weeks ago, a Woman was in Labour and came to Randle Avenue Hospital Surulere.
Instead of the murderer on duty to tend to her immediatly he asked her to go and return back. As a result of that the twins she carried died.
God was merciful enough to spare her life. I don't know who that devil or satan was but i want him to know that the blood of those two souls will be inquired of him by God.
God will equally inquire the blood of many People who drop dead of simple health issues from home based Health Staff (Murderers and Killers) who work in our various Private and Government owned Clinics and Hospitals.
You've forgotten your Hippocratic Oath and what it implies. You murderers and killers.
May GOD in his infinite mercies save us from these Satans and Devils (Murderers and Killers) who work in our local home based Private and Public Hospitals because they value money above the Human Soul.
As more People drop dead daily as a result of their deliberate neglect God will write the names of those who died with the ink of their blood and wait for the day of reckoning.
By God's Grace, they'll then realise that the money won't save them.
This doesn't really have much to do with Politicians who have poor health bills for the masses. It's more of personal choices and decisions to choose between God and Mammon. The Choice is yours you killers and murderers in our local clinics. Your hands are stained with blood.