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Iya Onome Part 2


Hello dear reader,

It’s been a while since I fed your mind with the intricately crafted words of the thoughts that plagues  mine. 

It was indeed a pleasure writing again unlike my recent and frequent reality of finding what I love laborious and unappealing.

I hope you enjoy your read❤️


Mrs Omoya 
You have cancer
The doctor's voice trailed in her ears

And as if the sound of the Doctor’s voice was the much needed queue for her mind to wander 

I presume, a way to cope with the terrible news she had just received

Her mind started right from before she left the house this morning


3hrs before the hospital appointment 


I've not eaten all day
But I've to go to the hospital
My test results will be out today
I’ll buy roasted corn from Iya Fatimoh on the way
That should my tummy before i come back home
Iya Onome thought

She was happy to have gotten all the 
tests and scans out of the way
in between the dark rooms and unfamiliar equipments
the shy and rude attendants 
the pricking, poking and undressing
the hospital experience wasn't for her.


One thing though she was glad to have gotten

In between all of those inconvenient 

Hospital routines 

Was free time for her mind to wander.


In that time 

She was able to reminisce about 

A time so long ago among many things.


A time 

When she wanted to be like those 

Nurses who paraded themselves dutifully round the hospital’s facility in their immaculate white gowns and white cap pinned around the center of their head.


As usual

What was Unknown to many was 

She had actually tried to pursue this dream in the time past

But discovered during the process that

The profession wasn’t just for her.

 

Because She had struggled not just to pass the exams 

but to pay the fees for the education she had so willingly decided to enroll for

Even taking care of her basic needs gradually became a hassle.


At the time 

A difficult choice was to be made 

To persevere and keep pursuing her passion and be happy 

Or 

To weigh other options that will potentially take care of her pressing needs born from financial insecurity 


Of course you’re not oblivious to the choice she eventually made 

Because that choice birthed the person and the trade name “Iya Onome”


Back in the Doctor’s office 


Dr Fodo suddenly aware his patient was only present physically and her mind somewhere else 

Attempted calling her name to bring back her attention 


“Mrs Omoya”


“Yes Doctor”

She replied  

“Did you get anything I said?”

Yes she said 

But he knew better 

Did you bring anybody with you today, he asked 

No Doctor 

she replied 


Well you’ll have to bring someone 

To come along next time

Because your treatment regimen would be quite rigorous 

Almost like e nothing you’ve experienced in life 


Okay Doctor 

I will

Thank you 


Only if he knew 

She thought. 



Ifedolapo


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