Some paintings don’t just look beautiful, they are poignant to digest.
One is Les Saltimbanques (1874) by Gustave Doré
It shows a family of traveling acrobats holding their child as he dies after an accident.
No heavy symbolism. No distractions. Just raw human emotion.
I’ve done all this in Nigeria.
Donated Blood sometimes because my patient couldn’t afford it.
Stuck my neck out for an OSUSTECH student attacked by cultists, suturing him in complete darkness because they could come back if they knew we were saving him.
Sprinting across the hospital to borrow an oxygen cylinder from another ward.
All while our salaries were being owed.
Non-functioning incubator? We built one with a paper box.
Infectious ward? We bought our own PPE.
Faulty Generator on Night shifts ? Serviced it and continue working.
WE got shit done.