So there is this lady I find in our pharmacy, she has come to procure some OTC drugs for a Urinary Tract Infection. I was out of the facility and for some reason she waited for me, and the C.O of the facility, at that time, just to be sure that she was being offered the right medication. At first her face does not show any humor, and she seems deep in thought. I rush inside, to the counter to examine her and find out what really brought her here. She hesitates for a moment. Then I make up my mind that maybe, she can’t afford the Finemox CV 625 tablets that she had been offered by my lady colleague. To my patients relief, my colleague motions her to enter the ‘doctors room’ at the backside of the dispensing chemist, to which she immediately accepts with a nod, and moves in.
I can see my patient isn’t settled. I can tell she was not prepared to share her prob with a male doctor. I ask her to calm down and express herself. I have sat opposite to where she is sitting, but across the room, giving her just the space she needed to feel comfortable to express herself.
“How can he do this to me, how?” These are the questions she starts with and I know I am supposed to give an answer first before she can go ant deeper into what it was that was ailing her. I do the, you know, official drill of calming down your patient and extracting information from her. I conclude she has a Urinary Tract Infection (UTI). She goes on to explain she has never had such an infection. And even the Father of her only daughter never disrespected her to the level of giving her a UTI. How was she gonna cope with this? She says the pain during urination is unbearable. She also feels that she’s producing a bad odour and can’t even go out with friends. That shes worthless. Very worthless. A friend CA her during the interview and she lies that she’s at ‘CHIPSPOT’ having french fries, that she would join them later in the night.
A simple UTI diagnosis had carried burdens of its own. And there I was a born again Man of God, ready to give my ‘treatment’. I look at this lady from head to toe and Shen far from a an organised mother. She’s dressed in a T Shirt and tights, the way teens do dresses. She tried to keep afro-dyed hair, with the dye fading. It’s really unkempt. The space between her breasts is elevated as if she’s using the space to keep personal items. And sure enough thats where she gets her treatment cash from, and cries that it’s all she has. Sorry I have forgotten about the face. By the way she’s beautiful. She could be of class and we’ll, could be handled differently based on how neat she could afford to be. You know how that favouritism thing goes, and runs in our flesh. A very bad fruit of the flesh!. She’s smiling but you can tell everything is not okay. Everything she talks tears boil in her eyes and i do sympathize. Even though, you know, I have seen and treated worse conditions like, maybe herpes.
In my heart, this is the voice that i keep on hearing. TELL HER ABOUT JESUS. THAT SHE MUSTN’T CARRY HER BURDENS BY HERSELF BECAUSE JESUS, OUR LORD AND SAVIOUR WILL CARRY HER BURDENS FOR FREE AND GIVE HER REST, IF SHE IS WILLING TO ACCEPT CHRIST. How do I tell her yet she came that I treat her body condition and not her hearts condition? I have an understanding of how messed up her life is. Because the world I live in is messed up anyway. I am only enjoying a peaceful life because of Christ in me, the Hope of Glory!
If only she could receive this peace, and know better. I can see the truths of the word of God in action. That the gods of these world have blinded the mind of unbelievers that the cannot see the light of the gospel of truth. This girl thought of her life as perfect until this misharp came. She doesn’t see all others like a bother. Like being with a child outside marriage, or having a complicated relationship with her prayerful mum, or how she feeds her child, Bianca, with cash she gets from this man, she feels deserves her vagina to keep the cash flowing.
I see it. Right there. The big difference. Everyone thinks the flesh has more pleasure. That footing in, just to look good to people is the real deal. I could imagine, as she was explaining, that when she wanted to ‘suck him’ he pushed her away, and that she suspected the mans odour had changed. “You know how these things goes, it did not feel right when he insisted that since we know each other there was no need for a condom.” She went on, expecting me to understand. I gave her some medication and told her to come see me the next evening, hoping to talk to her and see her life change for good, and for the Lord. I did not forget to discourage her from her ‘ drinking to death idea’
I want her to know that the system of the world had nothing to offer whilst Jesus had everything to offer. I wanted her to do things the right way. In my heart I felt that it was my duty. That this precious life should not be lost in sin and ignorance. I remember that the Lord came to give life, and give it abundantly. I felt PERSONAL EVANGELISM was critical to every Christian. We meet people everyday. We see things. I think we should right this wrong.
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