01/05/2013 – Worker’s Day Wednesday
An unexpected statutory holiday in the middle of the week suits me just fine. Christine and her boys are taking me swimming then to Tinapa for shopping. They were to be here by 10am. It’s coming on 11:30. Gotta love that Nigerian time thing.
Tinapa = great steals. How about this bag of Ruffles plain potato chips for JUST $18.00 USD
An unexpected statutory holiday in the middle of the week suits me just fine. Christine and her boys are taking me swimming then to Tinapa for shopping. They were to be here by 10am. It’s coming on 11:30. Gotta love that Nigerian time thing.
Tinapa = great steals. How about this bag of Ruffles plain potato chips for JUST $18.00 USD
02/05/2013 – Thunder storm Thursday
Thor’s on a rampage
this evening. Christine’s hubby Dr. Bassey, Psychiatrist, stops by for a
prearranged interview. I’m writing a Canadian piece on mental fitness in
Nigeria. We take off to a nearby medical clinic when the good doctor is
summoned to see a patient. It’s the perfect chance to check out how the
industry functions. While waiting in the waiting room power disappears as it
does regardless of where you are or what time it might be. Patients shift
uncomfortably. A big boisterous dark-black man walks in with what I can only
guess are his two wives; one is carrying a newborn, both sport modest head
scarves. His booming bullying gets little reaction from the nurse, though she
sizes things up quickly and directs all questions to Mr husband who answers for
his ladies.
This medical clinic's paper filing system is just a few paces away from Ontario's still-paper system. Ok, well, maybe giant steps away. How do they ever find who they're looking for?
Doctor B comes
racing out of the consult room when he realizes the sky is darkening and rain
is imminent. “Let’s get out of here before it gets bad.” The sky’s a thick pea
soup green, the kind of colour that warns of imminent wild weather.
“Do you get
hurricanes or tornadoes around here?”
A couple of crash
and booms and we’re into torrential rain that’s insane. Water pours from the sky like the walls of a falls.
Palm trees bend, pedestrians drench, wires snap and slither to the road that’s fast
become a running stream. Bassey slams on the brakes to avoid live wires, backs
up and slams into the car behind him. The driver races around beside him and
starts hollering. Bassey hollers back about the fallen wire. Angry driver puts
on his emergency signals and meekly pulls away. End of today’s story.
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