At first we were at odds with each other. But she proved to be nothing like the beast I had thought she was. That's Mrs Ronke, the no-nonsense nurse whom I'll miss the most.
I never really saw the masked lower half of her face as much as I would've loved to, but the sight of her blue trouser stuck in between her big hips as she waddled around bed spaces stays etched in my memory. *chuckles*.
I'll miss Big Joe, the fat, kind guy who brought us supplies daily.
Mostly for specially reserving me my brand Pepsi, sometimes without my asking.
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My ward mates too, Chike, Olumide, that born-talkative Cynthia, all of whom I struck up a close friendship with.
An interesting character in my ward was this stuck-up abroad returnee girl, I forget her damn name.
Ironically, I miss her acting squeamishly around everyone, throwing tantrums, and constantly being rude at doctors acting in the line of duty. Her nose perpetually wrinkled in disgust at the sound of coughing patients as if she was better than the rest of us despite the fact that she was an index case!
But minus Aunty I-Cannot-Wait-To-Go-Back-To-Ge
rmany who chose to isolate herself in her corner with her Teddy bear, our regular exchange of banters were fun and reminiscent of my Nysc camp days.
Not forgetting Zainab who surrendered to Covid-19 on her 4th day (R.I.P).
In all, Yaba Isolation Center and the staff force were kind to us.
The highlight of my stay there was, let me see... Okay, Beejay Sax's Easter Sunday performance and seeing Mrs Ronke break into a rhythmless Zanku dance.
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I'm just a lucky as hell survivor who had a close shave with death.
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Whew! I feel like writing a book detailing the experiences of Covid-19 patients, but follow me first on www.facebook.com/matty.ebiwanno
