It has been over a year now, but I still see their faces sometimes. Especially the one with the dry, white lips that looked like he'd kissed a ghost, obviously high on something.
As our NYSC service year was winding down, I suggested a few activities before our Passing Out Parade (POP). At the top of my list was hiking Maloney Hill in Keffi. We wrote to the Emir and got the permission.
Maloney Hill is right in the middle of town. So, it wasn’t one secluded area. It is just behind the Emir's Palace. It is one of the town's landmarks, named after a British colonial officer. The hill is similar to what Olumo was to the Egba people during battles. Just not as high and without caves.
My optometrist friend serving in another LGA even joined us on that day. When we reached the summit, we met a group of university students who had also come there for their final-year serenren. They were packing up to leave.
We settled in, introduced ourselves, and everything was looking good.
A few boys were gathered behind us, close to Maloney's grave. They were doing something with a dog. I asked the others what they thought was going on, but nobody seemed to know.
Then a friend quietly came over and whispered, "We need to leave."
"Why?" Because I couldn't exactly just tell everyone to start running.
"Look around," he said.
That was when it clicked.
The boys had moved closer. Without us noticing, they were slowly spreading out, almost surrounding us.
Trying not to alarm anyone, or let the boys know we had become suspicious, I suggested we move to the other side of the hill to take group pictures. That way, we could create some distance before leaving.
People were reluctant and the boys noticed and started coming at us muttering Hausa.
Our guys told the ladies to go down, while we stayed back to hold them off. But we were a little too late. The boys grabbed the people closest to them while everyone else scattered in different directions.
One of them went for the Bluetooth speaker my friend was holding.
I snatched it back. He reached for a stone. I picked up one first and hurled it at him. He took off.
Just when it seemed we were keeping them at bay long enough for everyone else to escape, one of them shouted some things in Hausa (my friend later said he asked them to stab us). He pulled out a curved knife and charged straight at me.
Brothers and sisters, I genuinely cannot remember how I got to the foot of that hill. I dropped off the valuables with me with one of the ladies down and ran back up.
By then, the boys had fled, leaving behind enough trauma.
A few people were injured. One guy had superficial cuts to his neck and ear from their knife. His phone was taken. Others had bruises and sprains from being shoved while trying to escape. The attackers made away with two phones.
It was only afterwards that we learnt the full story.
The university students we had met at the summit had also been robbed moments before we arrived. They had managed to apprehend some of the attackers, which was why they were leaving early. They had no idea we were coming; otherwise, they would have warned us.
The boys who attacked us had come looking for revenge after their friends were arrested.
What was supposed to be a simple Saturday morning hike became one of the most frightening experiences of my life.
Even now, I sometimes think about how much worse it could have been if we hadn’t caught on earlier.
Later, when we got to the Civil Defence office, the boys who had been arrested claimed they were all minors. The oldest insisted he was only about 14, even though every one of them looked considerably older.
A year has passed. We have all tried to move on, but every now and then, I still see the face of the guy I took the speaker from, with the dry, white lips.
Nobody rates Nigerian doctors
Not the patients, the hospitals, the government or even fellow doctors.
I know one chief, a plastic surgeon who was using his personal instruments for the teaching hospital he was working for years.
He had asked the hospital to get the set of instruments but they refused and he had to bring his personal sets anytime there's a case.
Then, he brought his wife in labour to the same hospital and she needed CS.
They did the CS but when it was time for discharge, Baba was surprised when they gave him the full bill.
No discount whatsoever.
Nothing.
Naso Baba vex pack all his instruments.
They asked him what is wrong.
Baba said nothing.
But he never brought back those instruments.
Suddenly, it becomes common knowledge when it comes to healthcare.
But when it comes to your millions, you are told to consult a lawyer with your consultation fee, hire a financial expert, and visit the bank with your tail between your legs if you have a problem with your money.
However, when a doctor asks for a consultation fee before seeing you, or you are told to open a folder at the hospital, or to follow the standard procedure, you are suddenly reminded that "no one forced you to study medicine or nursing and it’s your work, do it!."
That same opinion would never be raised against a lawyer, an engineer, a banker, or even a police officer.
Everyone suddenly has a voice and knows what’s best when it comes to the rights and welfare of healthcare workers. Everyone can take pride in what they do except doctors, nurses, pharmacists, and other HCWs.
It’s stinking hypocrisy, and an even more insane way to argue.
You studied, I studied. You are proud of what you became, but I can’t be. You can make money and aspire to excel, but when I do, I’m called egoistic and accused of forcing it down your throat.
eti sinwin mehn!!
Me: What's the problem ma?
Patient: Actually nothing is wrong with me
Later, people will come here and start saying nobody goes to the hospital unless they have symptoms.
This happened just this morning by the way
@HooDii_KD7@Baby_Nurse23@adewumihaas001 See this man
And you know this how?
Doctors don't work in shifts in federal hospitals. We do calls
I have been on call for 8 days straight before
That HMO tweet was taken out of context.
As health workers, we know what he is talking about. The tweet was about abuse.
You need to see the amount of healthy people who come to the hospital just because...
Sometimes I even think those vague symptoms are side effects of the many drugs they are taking based off of symptoms they fake.
I remember one HMO patient about a month ago who was causing chaos and complaining about the hospital not treating his child as an emergency (he legit said "do we want his child to die in his hands?").
The child he was complaining about was climbing all the chairs in the waiting room and pulling his dad by the trouser for more biscuits
This is just one example of many.
People bring a lot of healthy children to the hospital just to get medications for made-up symptoms. Some of them will even be suggesting symptoms to the child in your presence and the children too will repeat that non-existent symptom back to you
@LockedIn4evr For emergencies, not unwarranted clinic visits. There is a difference
It will surprise you to know that the "big" amount you pay as premium per year can't pay for some medications not to talk of treatment if you're admitted.