Which god am I going to pray to? I am not a faithful servant to any god. In ten minutes, I have succeeded in praying to ten different gods. I waited in anticipation as I watched the nurses rush in and out of the ward.
I heard the cry of a baby and lifted my bent head to see the doctor coming towards me smiling. I quickly stood up to meet him.
“How is my wife doctor?” I asked anxiously.
“Congratutions Mr. Michael, your wife gave birth to a bouncing baby girl,”he said grinning from ear to ear, “it was indeed a miracle.”
“Yes! Yes! Yes!” I shouted happily, jumping up. “What about my wife?” I asked again.
“You may see her although she is still very weak.”
“Okay thanks,” I said and rushed to the ward.
The two women dressed in white are looking at me strangely.
“This baby looks strange,” the first one said.
“How do you mean?” the other one asked.
“Can’t you see her hair? It’s silvery and just too long. That’s quite abnormal. This is the first time in my years of experience that I’m seeing this type of hair.”
Huh! I can’t believe my mum retained my silvery hair. I’m already sick of it and hope this women don’t dig deep into it.
Just then I heard a scream coming out from one of the rooms the nurses just took me from.
“What happened?” one of the nurses asked the man that just entered the room.
“The man lost his wife,” the man replied and I heard them sigh.
I soon discovered that it was the same woman that gave birth to me. That’s kind of sad. Oh my! I’m tired of keeping shut, I tried talking but it didn’t work.
“Hey, you are disturbing me,” a shrill voice said and I turned my face to see a boy about my size lying close to me.
“Can you hear me,” I asked surprised.
“Yes of course. And you are disturbing my rest.”
“I’m sorry but how come adults can’t hear me?” I asked again.
“Because you don’t know how to speak yet. Their language is quite different from ours.”
“Huh! But what if I want something? How do I say it?” I asked, and luckily for me, he cooperated.
“Simple, just close your eyes and cry.”
“Cry? How can do I cry? I don’t know how to cry,” I replied, “and by the way, how old are you?”
“I’m a month old; and you cried earlier.”
Wow! A month old and he was this small?
Really, I cried?
“But I can’t remember, please teach me how to cry, I’m tired of keeping quite,” I pleaded.
“Okay,” he said, “just close your eyes, squeeze your face into a frown and let out a piercing scream.”
“Okay,” I said and tried it out.
“Haaaaa!” I let it out and it was pretty loud. +
Within a space of thirty seconds, all eyes were on me. The funny aspect was that the woman who said I was strange earlier slipped and fell when trying to attend to me.
I couldn’t control it, so I started laughing. Served her right.
The one called doctor moved to where I was and I heard him saying, “What’s wrong baby? Do you feel pains anywhere?” he asked.
I let out another piercing cry and there was confusion everywhere.