UNTOLD BY OGBODO A. C. MARK

UNTOLD

Heartbroken, she was, as her parents wouldn't allow her to marry the man she loved. She cried all day and night; she emptied her ocean of tears. She starved and isolated herself from everyone else. She lost a reasonable weight. She had promised to take her life if she was not allowed to marry the man she loved: Romeo. All efforts by her parents to convince her not to marry Romeo but someone else, were to no avail. It was a tug of war between her and her parents. She was called Juliette. At the end, the parents gave in, gave them their blessings and they got married: Romeo and Juliette.

Years later, they gave birth to a bouncing baby girl. She grew into adulthood. One day, as I stopped by a pharmacy to get some drugs, my eyes caught up with a lady, who was nothing but a fountain of beauty. When she ordered for her drug, she was told that the price had gone up by 120%. She was astounded and cried out aloud saying "I have been living in pains all my life; something I never bargained for...." Hearing this, I turned and looked into her eyes, and I sensed sitted deep within her heart, enormous pains. I felt her pains but I didn't say a word. I just paid her bills and left silently.

Weeks later, while I was on call at the emergency room, a patient was rushed in on a couch, and walking behind was Juliette, crying and saying "Doctor, please help me... Save my daughter, I never meant this for her... Oh! God, why did you allow this to happen to me..." I quickly got up and rushed to attend to the patient: Lo and behold, it was same lady I met at the pharmacy. On getting to her, she opened her eyes and said "doctor please save me. I don't want to die... I have something to tell you when I get back on my feet again." And she breathed her last. Juliette couldn't believe her eyes, likewise Romeo.

What we both have to tell each other remain UNTOLD.

The following morning, I mounted the podium, to present the cases I had during my call hours at the clinical presentation session. And the first file I took was hers. She was called GIFT. Immediately, her memories, beginning from the first encounter to the last, flashed on my mind, and tears were let loose as everyone watched me quietly. After a while, I then pulled through and I could speak... "I lost her... I lost her... To... ".

OGBODO A. C. MARK

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