Tomorrow Will Find A Cure

By Enobong Etuk 3 weeks ago

My hair stood on end,  a shiver raced down my spine as I watched Omena, my little sister of five, scream and whine painfully. The floor beside her bed was littered with drugs of all descriptions.

"Mama!" I  called "What's wrong with Omena?"

"Your sister is sick," Mama replied, half turning on the bed to look at me.

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The examiner's office was stuffy, and the ceiling fan that turned listlessly above his head generated only the promise of coolness

"Why do you choose to be a medical doctor," the examiner asked as he wiped at the bead of sweat that had broken out at the top of his nose.

I blinked rapidly as the question washed over me 

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I sat up and rubbed my eyes into a blurred focus as Omena's shrewd cry jolted me up from sleep.

"Stay with your sister. I will be back," Mama said as she dashed out of our room,  her wrapper trailing after her.

"Why am I fragile?" Omena asked, looking at me with heartbreaking trust

I looked over at her as I swallowed the lump that had formed in my throat "I will find a cure"

*******          

"What is success in your opinion?” The examiner asked looking back at me "After 15 years as a physician, what kind of success would you hope to have achieved?"

After staring at him for what I think was quite a lot of time, I finally found my voice and said "A  cure for Omena"

"Omena? What is Omena?" his head jutted forward with raised eyebrows

"Omena is my sister," I felt my eyes sting with the tears that had started to form

"Omena is sickle celled"


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