Woke up early this day as I had to report for my duty by
8.00 am. Unfortunately my car had mechanical problems and no trick could wake
up the engine. Even the mechanic I called did not seem to find the solution to
the dead engine despite so many guesses. I finally gave up and decided to take
a Taxi to work.
I was already late and the Hospital reception was buzzing
with activity. I was to inspect the records of yester night’s patients before
heading of to my office. As I was going through the records there was this
single one that seemed to be waving at me and demanding my attention.
It was of a two year old child who had been brought to
hospital with a strange kind of stomach ache. She was writhing in pain and the
abdomen was unusually large. From what I read, she had been examined and
medicines prescribed. She had been admitted to the children’s’ ward and the
mother was taking care of her there.
From a closer look at the prescription, I highly suspected that
it would not work, though I had no reason to support my argument. The other
clinical officers totally disagreed to my suggested remedy to the illness.
I finally managed to persuade them to let me have a second
examination of the child.
The abdomen was swollen and it seemed she had a partial
intestinal obstruction probably caused by worms. When I studied the history of
the illness, I became even more certain of my diagnosis as it seemed that the
situation had arisen due to ingestion of soil and other contaminated material.
But as every one else, I could not be 100% sure of the
remedy.
I prescribed some paracetamol and de-worming drugs but
trusted God for the healing.
DAY TWO
The very next day, early in the morning the child had
completely recovered and was playing joyfully in her cot. I was amazed because
no worms had been observed in her stool since she had undertaken the de-worming
dosage!
We had an impromptu meeting with the other Clinical Officers
to discuss the strange eventuality.
We agreed to carry out a closer examination on the girl
before she was discharged but even ultrasound examinations could not reveal
anything or any signs of illness.
I was perplexed at the occurrence but then I remembered that
I had trusted God for the healing and now that is how miracles happen in this
century.
I just imagined how the mother had trusted the doctors not
knowing how helpless they were without knowledge on what was ailing the young
girl.
I went to the office to have a short rest and meditate upon the
gentle shock.
I sat at my table for quite some
time thinking on what if’s and what not’s until my phone rudely woke me up from
my meditation session. I resolved to change the ring-tone immediately after
that call to something softer like Sitarudi
Kuwa Vile song.
It was the mechanic telling me
that he had finished the repair and that the car was now in good condition.
I decided to go home after all I
had made my day with one too many a miracle.
When I got home, the car was
roaring with life but when I asked the mechanic what the problem could have
been, he just fumbled not sure what to say, it then occurred to me that he may
not even have known what was wrong and may have been equally amazed just as I
was.
Then I recalled the say on
trusting men not knowing how helpless they were.
But I still had to pay the fat
bill he gave me just to keep our relationship cordial. I was hardly left with
any cent. I even thought of selling the car. End-month seemed so far and I
could not make out any money coming my way anytime shortly.
As I sat on the car bonnet
watching my children play with their friends, I was in deep thought on how to
get the finances to keep the family through these hard times.
“Daddy will buy me a bike for my
birthday!” my son was shouting as they played.
I smiled and walked into the
house.
If only he knew how helpless daddy
was.
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