The most depressing place on earth has to be hospitals. I hate going there but I had to. My father was admitted and I had to see my old man. Few steps into the place and a woman started wailing, a loved one had given up the ghost. She was crying and saying, ”Daddy has rested”. The person must have really gone through an ordeal; death was the only escape I guess. In another, there was a shout; they too had lost a loved one. The family was crying. The screams kept echoing in my ears.

The place has a very melancholic air about it, smells like pain and death. Misery on every corner if you enter the place and your countenance doesn’t change; you must really be heartless literally.
I couldn’t even recognize my pops, the illness had taken a toll on him, altered his appearance. My heart broke. As a kid, I used to think he was invincible.

It was time for tests and the nurse brought this nasty looking syringes. Omo I couldn’t even watch but I had to hold him to keep him from any frantic movements. She pierced him 8 times with that syringe looking for a vein before she could get the required quantity for the lab tests. It wasn’t even enough but my dad couldn’t take it anymore. She had to stop. Watching the whole thing really gnawed at my soul.

I hate hospitals. It saves some, it takes some.

The gift of sound health is really underrated. When you forget, the hospital will remind you. I recommend taking a walk there once in a while, you’ll be humbled.💯