The Lady I Met

By Abdul Mutallib Muktar

Read and shed your own tears.

To be frank and candid, the lady is naturally well structured. She is comely and beautifully young-looking. She is sheen and shapely looking that is quite attractive, and having what it needs for a lady to have. These unique and unchallenged qualities made her a magnet of attention in the world. Men who are financially buoyant, walking flamboyantly with their noses in the air, also date her.

However, and sadly unfortunate, the lady was born by a reckless, feckless and careless parent who later on, for their greediness, desperation and promiscuity gangraped this spotless virgin and left her, thereby becoming dirtier and murkier than the murkiest maggot in the market of leftovers. This lady is pitiably bleeding uncontrollably till date. Blood is excessively flowing like Panama Canal. She is severely sick now. Though, after the irresponsible parent left her, she was taken care of by men of appreciable degree of integrity and readiness to discipline and mould her unto the path of righteousness; that was even the respite she got. But after the death of such heroes whose labour was made a vain, the lady was forcefully made a whore by the so-called money-serving men of the just recent and present days. Everyone pays and sleeps with her indoors or outdoors.

Through such preposterous acts, she contacted many Sexually Transmitted Diseases (STDs) including HIV/AIDS. She became horribly emaciated as she received no care from her guardians. All they care for is to extract money through her forced and  image-trivilizing prostitution.

Pathetically, malnutrition and ill-treatment has totally changed the structure of this lady. She looks rather a skeleton now. As if she is taking her last breath when one sees her. Her condition is quite shocking and sympathetic! The crying and shattered relatives of this lady accumulated humongous amount of money and efforts to save her in order to be admitted to a specialist hospital for treatment.

However, shockingly and dishearteningly, her diseases were misdiagnosed. The hope for her survival became infinitesimal. So unfortunate that the doctors,  instead of doing all they could to replenish her,  continue to tell her that she needs long unpredictable time on the patient bed. She, of course, contacted countless infections, but why did the doctors told her and the relatives at the initial time that they could treat her successfully after  collecting that humongous amount of money? She is presently laying helplessly, haplessly and hopelessly. She was for some times the most gorgeous and pampered lady on the African continent; now the beauty has faded and pampering became deceit.

What a world! I pity this lady, I sympathise with her, I feel unease seeing her in such bad health condition. The little asset bequeathed to her by those men of integrity are shamelessly robbed by the callous guardians; they are fighting everyday on her inheritance, everyone needs larger portion. Only her relatives who are enveloped by partial optimistic of spirit,  are compassionate with her now. They do not actually know where to take her for medical treatment; most doctors betrayed them, collected money, gave fake medications and threw the ethical demands of their so-called profession into a dustbin. Who even knows whether they are quack doctors?

For now, I have no option than to  sacrifice my nights and days and pray heavily for this lady I met on the journey of my life. She suffers from economic, political, social, religious, ethnic and regional diseases which daily downcast  the masses. Nigeria is suffering from severe sickness of multiple infections.  I must pray for her recovery even a little bit. My dear beloved country is really sick! My Fatherland needs my prayers and professionally competent crew of doctors to treat her well.