25/01/2026
I once worked at a Sickle Cell Foundation in Benin city.
It was my first job as an adult.
There, during clinicals, I watched mothers and brothers troop in with SCD warriors, waiting in line for free drugs and a reorientation.
I watched women sigh, boys and girls groan, and wet eyes blink in pain.
Eyes that silently asked the question, “Will it ever end?”
Oh, to ask it was unfathomable.
The answer could be dreadful.
So every fortnight, they would come, in pain, and nurturing pains. They would queue up for free drugs after listening to us teach about caring for SCD Warriors.
Long after leaving there, I still haven’t forgotten them.
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