Illumining Pen

The Haunting Past Uncle Sola entered the unit where his brother was being taken care of . He went to the nursing station to ask a few questions. He met a nurse with a curly wig neatly packed behind her scalp, strands of the curls framing her beautiful face. She was smartly dressed in her navy blue scrubs. She looked about  twenty six years of age. And she looked vaguely familiar.  'Good morning nurse' he said. His years of living in the US already had effect on his accent.  The pretty nurse looked up from the system from which she had been imputing some data. Her beautiful eyes looked thoughtful as she was engrossed in the activity she was involved  in on the system, and no doubt has been distracted. Nonetheless, she gave a professional smile as she returned the greeting. "Good morning sir. How may I help you?" She said "I'm here to see a patient. His name is Chief Begunro" "Oh, what's your relationship with him?"  "I'm his younger...

 Two days later, Uncle Sola arrived in Lagos, Nigeria. A lot of things were now different from how they were ten years ago when he left. It's quite sad that he was home in the midst of this condition. Had it been his brother was his hale and hearty self,  they would have toured the whole of Lagos together. But, there is still hope when there's life. He arrived in the hospital two minutes to 10am. He had been given the address and description of the hospital the previous day. He had a dislike for hospital environment since when he was a boy. He has the fear of injections and seeing nurses had always given him a scare; it still sometimes does. Only if the situation was not unavoidable does he find himself in the hospital.  He parked his car at the general car park for patients' relatives as indicated by a billboard. Adjacent to the place was a billboard indicating the space for members of staff of the hospital. The environment was serene with flowers neatly prunned and arra...