Bad Girls Don’t Love
AARON ANSAH-AGYEMAN
BAD GIRLS DON’T LOVE
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Dr Laryea Odamten met Rashid personally at the reception of the Okomfo Anokye Medical Centre.
Rashid was shocked at how grandiose the place was!
It was almost a city of its own, and he had no doubt that it would probably end up being one of the best health centres across Africa.
“Wooooow!” he said with shock. “Didn’t know it is this grand!”
“Now you know, son,” Laryea said with a warm smile. “And together, with you by my side, we’re going to make it the greatest. And when I retire finally, you would head this place.”
“Hey, hey, chill out, old man!” Rashid said with a laugh and hugged his friend and mentor. “I’m too young for that responsibility! Let me gain a bit of depth!”
“Leadership is not by grey hairs, my son. As I always say, the grey hairs of Methuselah has nothing to do with the wisdom of Solomon. You have been blessed with healing hands. I’ve seen how incredible you are on the operating table, and how healing just flows when you wield a scalpel.”
He stopped on the top step of the reception and waved his hand to encompass the majestic view of the compound spread beneath them.
“I don’t want you to see this as just a job, Rashid,” he said, his expression serious. “I want you to see this as a calling, as something God Himself has called you to do. My trust is in you, and this is the legacy I want to leave with you, my son!”
Rashid Braimah looked at the almost royal expanse of the centre.
A wide beautiful projection of white, black, grey and a little sky-blue. A marvellous little heaven, everything arranged with precision and finesse!
His heart soared suddenly.
“I see what you mean, sir. I love this place already.”
Laryea Odamten put a hand on his shoulder.
“Welcome home, my son.”
***
Everything happened in a rush from then.
A week passed in a blur!
His bungalow was next to Laryea’s, and Rashid felt lost in it!
It was so beautiful and wonderfully-furnished, but Rashid felt lost and alone in it. The nights were terrible because he kept thinking of what might have been, of how he and Aku would have transformed it into a home, filled with happy children!
Aku called him every night, and sent WhatsApp messages every morning at five o’clock, begging and asking to be taken back into his life. Rashid chatted her, and took her calls, but soon he began to dread seeing her messages or calls because he knew his fiery love for her had been watered down, and forgiving her was turning out to be a real big deal.
He knew he could not keep it on forever; he had to take a definite decision on their relationship and break it off. The only reason he had not done so yet was how vulnerable she was turning out to be. She had always been so strong and composed, almost indefatigable, and he wondered at her sudden weakness and tragic collapse.
The Saturday was his welcoming party, and he informed Yao Kolo and Randy who came over alone, as he had wanted, although Randy had let Rose in but warned her to keep quiet about it.
The three friends had a great time although Yao Kolo was sick with the pain of still not being able to get through to Jemima. Rashid promised to pursue that issue again.
They stayed till Sunday evening.
And on Monday, Rashid Braimah began his full schedule.
The acting head surgeon was an elderly, kind-hearted man called Kuuku Owiredu. He was always smiling, and welcomed Rashid with open arms, much to the younger man’s surprise. He had expected the man to be offended by the fact that Rashid was his superior, and he had noticed Rashid’s uneasiness when he was shown to the huge office which had been reserved for him.
When they were alone, Kuuku closed the door, cleared his voice, and spoke.
“I noticed your uneasiness, Dr Braimah,” he said with a smile. “Obviously, you’re uncomfortable about being my boss!”
Rashid nodded and smiled, relieved immediately.
“Yes, Dr Owiredu. You’re older and with far more experience, and almost with the same qualification. I know I’ll hate it if favouritism is pulled over me.”
“I like your honesty, Dr Braimah. First, you can call me Kuuku, everyone does.”
Rashid smiled
“Rash here, everyone does.”
“Good, Rash. Now, I never hold grudges. One, I believe competence is shown by acts. Our boss bears a fantastic testimony of you, and that’s enough for me. I want us to be friends, to trust each other, and make a formidable team.”
“I think I’m going to like you,” Rashid said with relief and a smile.
“Feeling’s mutual, Rash boy!” the older man said.
They shook hands… and began a formidable team.
***
They were twelve patients on the critical surgery list.
These were cases that were bordering on death, and Rashid gave them his first priority attention.
The worst was a woman of sixty-two called Maame Bio, who had been in an induced coma for almost two months.
“There was nothing I could do, Rash,” Dr Owiredu said sadly. “The malignant tumour in her brain was making her body decay, and she was dying by the day. We contacted the specialist in South Africa, who was charging a huge fee. It was way beyond my expertise.”
Rashid studied the scan films with a heavy heart.
“Dear goodness, she’s virtually brain-dead!” he said sadly. “This is going to be dicey. She has a very slim chance of surviving this, you know.”
“I know, I know!” Dr Owiredu said. “The money is almost ready, and I’ll bring the specialist!”
“This poor woman won’t survive another week,” Rashid said grimly. “I’ll prescribe injections for her to reduce the swellings, and I’ll operate on her on Saturday. Please make the arrangements.”
“Yes, Rash,” Owiredu said without much conviction.
But, when Rashid took the first complex case to the surgery room, and Dr Owiredu saw him working so dexterously, with calm grace and almost nonchalant ease, spending twenty-hours straight in surgery on a man who was more dead than alive, the older doctor had tears in his eyes when the patient was finally wheeled into the recovery ward.
When the old man opened his eyes almost an hour later and began to speak, and as the nurses burst into instantaneous applause and shouts, Dr Owiredu rushed straight to Rashid’s office and put his big arms around the young man in a tight bearhug as tears of wonder fell down his face.
“Hey, hey, Kuuku, let me breathe, let me breathe!” Rashid said as he giggled.
“You’re the man!” Kuuku almost shouted through his tears. “You’re the man, my boss! You’re the man!”
And the news spread through the hospital.
And later, when Rashid went to Laryea’s house for dinner, as Mrs Ruth Odamten had insisted, he met them exceedingly happy.
“You’re the man!” Laryea said happily. “They’re all taking about you.”
Rashid smiled.
“God’s the healer, sir. He only works through us.”
“Amen, amen, Rash,” Ruth Odamten said as she served him with a big bowl of emo tuo and peanut soup. “This is why I love you.”
She was a paediatrician at the centre.
“And Madam Bio?” Laryea asked suddenly. “Think she can make it?”
Rashid scowled.
“Dicey,” he said softly. “It is going to be hard, but I have to try. She won’t survive another week.”
“I trust you, my son.”
“It’s in the hands of God, sir.”
***
On Saturday morning, with Maame Bio slated for surgery at twelve noon, Rashid’s door opened.
“Rash, this is Maame Bio’s only daughter,” Doctor Owiredu said excitedly. “She’s going to sign the consent form for us. Come in, come in, Elaine. She’s Elaine Boateng, Rash.”
Rashid, whose head had been bent over a brain tissue manual, gasped suddenly and looked up!
She had never been far from his mind, although he had resolved and become an expert in pushing her out of his head anytime she intruded.
She was wearing a beautiful grey dress that fitted her like a dream, the most beautiful woman he had ever seen.
And she was staring at him as if she had seen a ghost, and her lips trembled as her dark eyes bored into him, first with shock, then with fury, and finally with terror.
“Rashid?” she whispered.
“Silky. What the fuck? What the fucking fuck?” Rashid said softly with horror.
Elaine Boateng turned a stunned face to a bemused Dr Owiredu and put a trembling hand on his arm.
“D-do-doc,” she said unsteadily. “Wh-what’s this? You told me a brain specialist from South Africa is handling my mom’s case, that he needs thirty thousand cedis! I’ve been trying to raise the money, doc! So, what’s this? What’s the meaning of this?”
“Elaine, my dear, be calm, be calm!” Dr Owiredu said. “Yes, indeed, that’s what he said, and he needs the money in his account before coming down. Even then, I told you nothing is guaranteed, dear. It is always a fifty-fifty chance! But, God being so good, He brought this angel of a doctor to us! Ask anybody here! Dr Rashid Braimah has performed eight surgeries in a week, on people who were more dead than alive, and all of them survived, my dear. All of them, all of them! Your mother’s situation is dire! If surgery is not done immediately, she will die in a few days! Her only chance is Dr Rashid!”
“No!” Elaine cried vehemently as she looked at the shocked face of Rashid with pure fury and hatred. “That man can’t touch my mother!”
Dr Owiredu gasped with shock, and his voice was filled with disapproval when he spoke.
“Ah, Elaine, why? He’s the best surgeon I’ve ever seen! He’s your mother’s only hope! You should be grateful he’s handling the case, dear! It will even save you lots of money which the South African was demanding!”
“No, no, no!” Elaine said and wiped tears angrily from her cheeks. “You don’t understand, doctor! I know this man, okay? He hates me, oh he hates me so much and has sworn vengeance on me! He’s going to kill my mother to get even with me, doc! No, I’m not signing the consent form, no, never! And if you dare let this man operate on my mother I’ll report him to the police and have him arrested, do you hear me? Rashid Braimah is not touching my mother!”
Rashid’s handsome face was suddenly suffused with rage as he glared at Elaine from across the huge desk.
“Get that foolish girl out of my office this instant, Kuuku!” he growled ominously.
Kuuku Owiredu looked from the hate-filled face of the beautiful girl to the furious face of the handsome doctor whom he had never seen angry, and confusion covered the senior doctor’s face.
“Yesu!” he said softly.
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