Hey guys.
How are you all doing? Omo. Working in an hospital is not easy o, for reals, the fact that you get to witness life and death is super duper craaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaazy.
But before I gist you all today, let me start on a lighter note.
I’ve been seeing a whole lot of my folks in another country improving their education or pursuing their dreams and I just wanna talk about how good it makes me feel. I am so happy for you all. Please represent us well so that when you come back we no go use stone welcome you. 🥰❤️❤️❤️.
Now back to todays gist, I had to be a little light because it’s about to get dark in here and I’m so so sorry.
Over the weekend a lady brought her dad to the hospital for treatment, the bill was high but after a lot of back and forths, calling of family members here and there, they were able to make some deposits. I saw the old man, he didn’t say much, he didn’t look sick, but he didn’t look like he was having a good time here either.
I have witnessed patients come to the hospital distressed but leave fully well and I was hoping this was going to be the case.
I got to work today and we were trying to sort out some of his test results, I asked after the old man and was told he was referred to another hospital and later passed away. I kid you not my fellow readers, my heart sank.
My chest started paining me and if you looked closer, you will see the tears in my eyes. I remembered the daughter vividly. She was running helter, skelter trying to pay hospital bills. I put myself in her shoes, but I took the shoes off immediately. There’s no way you can relate to what people are going through. I hate when people say I understand how you feel. No you don’t. Just shut up. ðŸ˜
I remember entering his room once as I went to meet a nurse for something, he was on all kinds of oxygen and this and that. Maybe today is not really gonna be all dark as you all might be getting something to take home today.
I remember one other time when the kindest doctor with the purest of heart I ever met was trying to save this woman’s life at the clinic. It seems she was already dead when they brought her in. This lady was literally crying, begging the doctor to save her mothers life. The doctor tried everything possible, CPR, mouth to mouth, name it, but it seems they brought her too late. They took her dead body away and were probably going to throw a befitting burial because the people in this estate get mad money sha, make I no lie, and they were residents, but if any child of mine do party for me when I go, and didn’t take care of me well when I was alive, I go come back from the dead, knock their head spiritually as they are spraying, then go back to sleep.😴 . Burial no even consine me, if not that Nigerians like serenren, you fit cremate me sef and we move, Shay me wey no dey alive, I go join una chop rice? Abeg make una rest.
That’s why I like Indians. Roasting sharp sharp, then throw sand for ocean. Some dey put the sand for cupboard, if you like go and use it to do pepper soup, na you sabi😹. I just say make I lighten this place up a bit. I’m still sad joor.
Soooo. Back to my thoughts. My greatest fear right now, is my parents not eating the fruits of their labour while still alive. I wish they wouldn’t ever leave, but I hope that when they eventually do, hopefully when they are old and have lived a life well spent, that will not be when I will be giving them fruits of their labour to eat, Fruits that won’t be enjoyable anymore because their taste buds no longer work or all teeths are going. Fruits I could have been giving small small when they were still younger and much more alive.
My point here is that I know as an adult, money is never enough. We all have needs and wants, but let’s not forget the people who sacrificed their own needs and wants for ours while growing up. It’s time to start doing the same. Before you invest in that land, invest in your parents first. Land will always be there, but parents won’t. Yes, the price will increase if you don’t buy it now, but who cares? As long as mum and dad are happy, that’s all that matters.
While we are all pursuing our dreams, let’s not forget to spend as much as we can when or if we have on our parents, as they are getting older. This is a note to myself. Baby girl you’re not a baby anymore. Enough milking, once you’re an adult you owe it to yourself to start sowing seeds into your parents life so that the fruit can germinate before all their teeths are gone. That being said, now I feel maybe I should go and marry, at least grandchild sef na seed. Lol, kidding. If it happens great, but I do hope they get to be grandparents sooner than later. Thank God I’m not the only child. I am fertile in Jesus name but nobody should pressure me biko.
So yeah, I know I don’t have much now, but I really do wish I could be putting them both on a monthly allowance of above N500k per month, but instead na them still dey show me love.
God how far na?
But I believe it doesn’t have to be a big fruit. I’m making a mental note to myself. Don’t wait to have plenty money before you take care of your parents Lizzy. A little effort every now and then, especially financially will go a long way.
If something bad happened today and somehow somehow that money that you don’t have comes out, you will hate yourself forever.
Honestly, I don’t even understand how people think. Some of us don’t have the mind to do yahoo yahoo or hook up business, or shady businesses. Yet some people who do, will first spend on their babes, not even wife o, yet their parents are flashing people up and dan because of insufficient airtime. Why I go buy my babe car while my mama or papa still dey order Uber? Or worse still queue for Maruwa? Omo? God forbid o.
I honestly am not in the mood to judge and of course I’m deviating as usual. My point is just that, if you are someone who rates family as much as I do, especially those who are still fortunate to still have both parents alive, treat them like the Queens and Kings they are to your best capacity, while you still can. While there is still peace. Once there is fire on the mountain, money is no longer enjoyable. And if you don’t have parents, I could never relate. But hopefully, you will be a parent some day and feel the joy of motherhood and fatherhood and your children will shower with all the love your parents couldn’t. You’ve come this far and you’re doing far better than people who even had both parents. You’re doing well and I’m proud of you!
I’ve been saying I will write a blog for all you scammers but I’ve just not had the time, you think I’ve forgotten abi. Just know that one day. I go get una time. For now. Love and kisses to all my legal youths. If there is an old reader in the room, wow wow, thank you for reading, mummies and daddies, if you’re using glasses, I appreciate you and your beeeeeeautiful eyes! If you aren’t, may your eyes keep shining brighter and brighter!!!
Ehn ehn, some of you are reading my blogs secretly. All my anonymous readers, I greet you o. Thank you for stopping by and asking me why I’ve not posted in a while. I appreciate you all!
Na wa o. See as I’m blogging to you people in this darkness. This Nepa people no even get any joy at all. Chai. Anyway…
Till I come your way again.
Love and light Muffins!
