A LIVING DOG IS BETTER THAN A DEAD LION by Victor Peter
Five to six weeks back I was down with Malaria, we went to the hospital, consulted a doctor who asked if I was okay with injection ( thinking it will be for that day only, while I continue with orals), I happily gave into it, not knowing that it was for three days. Then I was not at rest anymore; the thought of going to the emergency ward, sag down my trousers for some young ladies (nurses) to inject me was a serious bone of contention to me, but blessed be the name of the LORD for face mask. I didn't see their faces so also they didn't see mine. The first day was not bad, the second went well also, but when I was about to go for the third, I just finished praying, so I lay on my bed in deep reminisce and I could recall for over ten years of my life, I had nothing to do with drugs only for pain relievers, I recalled how my NHIS benefit wasted ( a benefit that covered ninety percent of my health fee till I was eighteen, as a result of my parents being staffs ...