The gift that keeps on taking


“The ruin of a nation begins in the homes of its people” – Ghanaian Proverb


Medicine has ravaged many things in my life. Mention can be made of my sleep, my social life and my video game sessions. Hell, even my ability to be repulsed by all orifices of the human body plus the fluids that inhabit these places. Digital rectal examination is now a pastime. However, there’s one thing I thought medicine could never ruin, something so sacred to my upbringing and heart that it has gone with me unscathed for over 20 years.

Seated on the hospital bed is a young woman who had with her a beautiful preterm baby whose lungs, weight and micronutrients that needed correction. This woman had no regard for her baby and would beat her any time she cried. A young girl who was severely anemic was rushed in unconscious. This girl had been suffering from malaria and needed blood and antimalarials to get her back to life. A religious belief on the part of the mother took the life of this innocent 3 year old who could have been a doctor, a lecturer or a lawyer in future. Many of these stories I recall. I do, because they happened on a Sunday. Sundays during my formative years with my parents were sacred, special and spiritual. It started with a morning devotion and pressing of shirts for church service. My mom would cook before we left for church since we would be hungry by the time church closed. I was born into a Christian home and Sundays were really important.


I then became a medical doctor and Sundays weren’t the same again. On a Sunday, I am to save lives. I am to abandon church and be in the hospital to take care of the sick. I recall a day that I wanted to leave the hospital for church but a relative of a patient who was admitted on the ward implored, “Doc, what you are doing over here is also God’s work. Please don’t leave the sick behind. It is God’s ministry.” I never thought medicine could ruin my Sundays. I do not even find time to eat that Sunday Omotuo special. I have sadly made an observation and that is, some people do not care about their children. I have most often met parents especially on Sundays who have mismanaged and underfed their babies to the extent that remedy, healing, treatment becomes a grave issue. “Why should I be in the hospital on a Sunday instead of being in church to save the child of someone who doesn’t even care about their child? – This question tends to be a virus in my upper respiratory tract. I catch it often. There is an Akan saying, “Where error gets to, correction cannot reach.” Many errors are committed by parents on their wards and many others do not even take good care of their parents/relatives when they fall sick. People just literally dump their relatives in the hospitals and leave. We live in a world where love and fear of God are hard to come by. We live in a world where people would choose money over the health of their children or relatives.

He who doesn’t clean his mouth before breakfast always complains that the food is sour. Oh yes, the food will be sour for us if we do not go to the basics of life. We need to love each other. We need to look out for each other. I don’t understand the idea behind bringing a child to this world and not giving that child the best of healthcare. Again, it beats my mind when people deliver off their babies and abscond. Was carrying that baby for nine months in your womb that easy? And yes, there are those who would not buy medications for their sick children or relatives but would have money for social events such as weddings and funerals. If you damage the character of another, you damage your own. If you do not take care of your children or friends, nobody will take care of you when it is your time to need their care.


It is not the cook’s fault when the cassava turns out to be hard and tasteless. ~ Ewe Proverb

I will be there for you this Sunday when you bring your father, mother, child or friend. Your duty is to prevent the disease or come at the early stages of the disease. So, thank you, Medicine, for ruining yet another part of my life. This Ministry is however sweet!


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Those who are absent are always wrong. ~ Congolese Proverb

It’s been how many years of absence? I can’t even count and that is a terrible sin. A grave one. I am sorry to all those who enjoyed my posts in the past. Life has its way of turning things around and it definitely has its way of beating us up. I just hope I will find the strength and zeal to keep posting like I was in the past. I figured that if I stayed absent for long, I would be wrong for a long time. I owe a lot of thanks to Ms. Edwina Opoku (Shareholder, Pinkberry) for encouraging me to write. In fact, she threw a challenge which I grudgingly accepted.

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No matter how beautiful and well-crafted a coffin might look, it will not make anyone wish for death and death isn’t what we wish for. Many prophets have churned out their messages for the year. Some of them are good, others are horrible. I am not in their league but I know this is the time for us to love without looking back. “Check on a brother or sister once in a while because you may save some from lunacy,” Snr Bob Hawkson keeps saying.

Life does not come with a remote control and it surely does not come with a manual. We all need help. We all need someone to hold our hands once in a while. Erection, a friend said, even needs direction. Truer words have not been said than that. As a doctor, I have seen a lot of deaths and some of these deaths could easily have been prevented or postponed if people had help. Some of us have made it in life. Some got major deals in 2018. Others bought cars and moved into their newly built homes. Others are married with children and have memories of awesome times. Others are standing on a school park praying to God to help them travel abroad. While others have completed their postgraduate studies, some are struggling to find a job or to maintain one. People’s investments have gone into flames. Others have monies to party around with. Little by little, the bird builds its nest. It is not going to be easy. It is not going to be done without struggles.
Nothing worth achieving comes easy but it is imperative that we are there for each other. You can save someone’s life with just a phone call to check on him or her. A friend of yours is contemplating suicide and just a word from you can turn that around. We shouldn’t be busy to the extent of ignoring the people we claim we cherish. Make that trip to see your mom and dad. Take that flight to see that boyfriend or girlfriend. Let us try to talk to each other and share the blessings we have. When you do good to someone, you do it for yourself. A boat cannot go forward if each rows his own way.


Life is like a theater show. Reality is backstage… not what happens on stage. Let us be there for one another. Let us cherish each other. Let’s kill all forms of pride and arrogance. You never know when you will be down. You never know when you would need someone to guide you. This thing called life has its ups and downs. Be there for someone today and you may save a life.
Many respects to Akua Akyaa Nkrumah, you were a light that shone and brightened my path. You encouraged me and was there for me. You played a major part in who I am today. May your gentle soul rest in perfect peace!

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