The Story of My Life – Episode 13

As that moment, I didn’t even know whether I was alive or not, I did my best to save the situation but it seemed like I couldn’t prevent the dream from coming true.The next thing I saw was myself at the hospital with a doctor attending to me. I could feel pains all over my body and that made me very weak. I tried sitting up but the doctor didn’t allow me. It was a she. Her voice alone made me forget the pain I was in. It was very tiny and sweet. She wore a pair of glasses and her lips were so nice that she actually looked like a goddess.
If I had to be sick to get attended to by this cute doctor, then let it be so. Let me be sick forever.
She began pressing my chest all over to see if I was feeling any pain there.
“Do you feel any pain?” She asked as she pressed gently on my chest.
I didn’t even get what she was saying. My mind had drifted far away. I was more focused on her ethereal beauty than anything she was saying.
“Mr. Ben, please do you feel anything, can you hear me?” She asked.
As if I cared about how I felt! I checked the name on her name tag, she was Dr. Amina Simons. A well-blended mix of foreign and local names. Amina Simmons, how about Amina Esan? When I finally get the ring on her finger, she will definitely bear my name.
Hey! What the hell is wrong with me? Am I thinking of marrying her without even knowing her?
I quickly snapped out of my reverie.
“Mr. Ben is everything alright?” She asked. She was getting worried that I was not answering her questions.
“Dr. Amina, I’m ok, I just feel some pains on my waist and back.” I answered.
She helped me turned around with my back facing her as she began examining my back and waist.  I felt her warm soft palms. It felt tender and good.
This is what I call proper health care. I didn’t see this in my dream, somehow everything had changed. But I was still worried about what really happened to Kelvin after I blacked out. I was also worried about Sheila. I knew she would be waiting for me and probably may be disappointed because I stood her up.
I asked the Doctor if I could make a call.
“I guess you want to get in touch with your family…” Dr. Simmons asked.
“Yeah, they need to know I’m here.” I said.
“Don’t worry, we have done that already, your phone is in our possession. We were able to reach the last person on your dialed list. I learnt she’s your sister, she is already on her way here.” Dr. Simmons said.
What a relief.  Now I had nothing really to bother about, half of my burden was gone. I then settled down to critically examine Dr. Amina Simmons in my mind. She paused at different times to write in my file as she continued to examine me. I observed her legs. Her calves were very fleshy and pleasant to the eyes. Even though she wore the Doctor’s coat or whatever they call it, I could actually visualize how curvy her body was.
The next place I looked was her left finger, her ring finger. Bingo! There was no ring. She ain’t married either.
In my mind, I was dancing to this music “Oh Happy Day”. But come to think of it… This lady is a medical doctor and who am I? A High school graduate. I quickly dismissed the thought. That was not a problem at all. I figured I could continue with my schooling now that I knew my dad. Thankfully he is well-to-do and very capable of taking care of my education.
Dr. Simmons all of a sudden asked a weird question. “Mr. Ben, can you tell me your occupation?
“Where did that come from? Is that part of my medical condition or what?” I asked myself. Besides, what answer am I supposed to even give her.
As if she knew what I was thinking she said. “I just asked because I was wondering why gentleman like you would be in involved with such an angry mob.”
Hold on, did you just hear that? “a gentle man like me”. Another tune popped up in my mind, “After the Reggae Play the Blues”
It was as if I had just won the ultimate prize in the “Who wants be a billionaire” TV show. However, before I could answer as her, she then placed her hand on my forehead to check my temperature. I didn’t know what came over me at that moment… I held her hand and there was this awkward silence.
We looked into each other’s eyes as I held her hand, neither of us blinking. Was there a connection or was it just my mind? Just then, Sheila barged into my ward, interrupting the whole vibe.

watch out for episode 14