The day they caught me in clinic 😭😭

   Those days when we were still on our introductory medicine and surgery posting, I was posted to the cardiology unit along with three of My mates. With the enthusiastic spirit of introductory medicine and surgery, we were completely dressed on our wardcoats, with our stethoscope, pentorch, thermometer, heavy school bags containing all the medicine and surgery textbooks and other irrelevant things which were not needed that moment (we were better off with just a jotter and a pen).
     Our first day in the unit happened to be a clinic day, and three consultants were present. We came into the consultation room and introduced ourselves like new students in primary school. Each consultants kept tossing us from one room to the other until we were finally seated  before one of the consultants like three innocent pigeons. He asked us if we were taught how to clerk and we affirmed. Then  asked us to watch him as he attended to one patient, we carefully watched him and tried not to miss out anything. As soon as that patient left, and the next patient came in, he asked which one of us would like to go first, I didn't even wait to blink before I stood up, I didn't want all the questions to get exhausted before it got to my turn and also because I trusted My guts and the prayer My mum prayed that Morning 😎
     I sat before the patient and asked the regular biodata,  and when I got to the presenting complain, that was how My name tag betrayed me, she asked if I was Igbo, I didn't want to disappoint the woman who looked like she had finally met someone she could connect to* .....at this point the expectations were so high so I had to play along, that moment, I started appreciating all those nights at home when My dad would declare Igbo night and everybody in the house would suddenly go dumb. That woman described  a lot of things I'm still getting to understand till date. I decided to show off a little since everyone around me obviously had no idea of what was going on, I palpated her feet and asked " im me ya otua oge fugefu" saying this I could imagine my ancestral grandmothers smiling and  clapping for me 😎.  When I was done, My consultant looking so proud asked me to please share with My mates what I had gotten from the patient,  you needed to hear the description I made, both in My words, in the woman's words, and in the words I would have loved to hear from the woman.  
   I finally faced My consultant and said I was done, I couldn't even feel my feet on the ground again, My oversized ward coat was a symbol of My pride.  I was already thinking of how I just made myself village people so proud. I felt so fulfilled. And that was when My consultant faced the woman and asked" ogini k'isi na emegi?" Jesu!!! All My pride shattered like a broken glass 😭😭. How could he be Igbo and I didn't know. That was how I buried My head in My loversized wardcoat through out the clinic.