Key To MY Heart



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THE morning sun had woken up with the break of dawn. It was a good day, as good as Patti loved it, with the sun golden and vigorous and cheering everything it shone on with life.

As was her morning routine, she had woken up early and had started her morning inside the poultries. Handling the layers were her thing as she preferred to make certain the eggs always came out of the poultry in good condition.

“We have five bucketful this morning.” She said to Ubaka, the poultry farm hand. “That is a whole bucket more than we managed yesterday morning. Progress, I tell you.”

“It’s expected with the way they feed.” Ubaka took the last bucket from her. “I’ve never seen birds eat so much in my life.”

“So long as they produce, I don’t care how much they eat.” Patti tugged off the bandana over her head and slipped off her hand gloves. “Be careful cleaning them now. I’ve got a huge demand for this evening.”

“I’m always careful.” Ubaka returned, already walking towards the tap.

“Uh-hmm.” Chuckling, she started towards the house.

She found Nneka in the kitchen and scooping out fried eggs for breakfast. “I don’t think I have much appetite this morning. A slice of bread and cup of tea will just be fine.”

“That is what Nnadim said minutes ago and I don’t know what you two want me doing with all these food.” Nneka grumbled, though the smile on her face belied the complaining words. “Don’t think he looks good this morning. Says he’s fine but I think his leg’s aching.”

“Oh.” Quick worry pushed a frown across her face. She most often never saw her grandfather before she went out for her chores. “I’ll go see him then.”

He was walking, more like lumbering, towards the dining table as she came through the kitchen door. “Leg problem this morning, Nnadim?”

“There’s always leg problem if you’re my age.” Nnadim dismissed the question and sat down. “Where’s that Nneka with my food?”

“Coming.” Nneka bustled in with a tray of sliced bread and a mug of steaming tea. “Don’t start complaining that it is too much. Someone’s got to finish all these food this morning.”

“Bread never goes bad if not eaten all at once.” Nnadim sent the middle-aged cook a glare. She always made a fuss over food. “And there is Ubaka and the rest ready to do justice to any leftover food if you’re worried.”

“How about you do your own justice and I worry about what Ubaka and the rest will do later, hmm?” Nneka retorted, then turned to Patti. “That all you’re eating?”

Patti nodded at the two slices of bread she’d set out for herself. “More than enough. I don’t want to be overweighed with food as I plan on weeding the tomato farm when I’m done.”

“Which would be why you would need more food and not less of it.” Nneka gave her head a shake. “Anyway, I heard there is a new doctor at the clinic.”

Patti raised her head. “Really?”

“So Nwamaka told me yesterday evening.” Nneka nodded. “Of course she is not certain if he is just coming in from Asaba on a daily basis or if he will be based here.”

“Based here as in settled in our town?” Patti gave a snort. “Please, none of these modern day doctors want the small town scene. He is probably taking over from Dr Ibisio in coming in daily and not staying long enough to truly attend to patients.”

Nneka let out a sigh. “This cannot continue; we need our own resident doctor. More than one if possible. We can’t keep running to Asaba for every emergency.”

“You would do well to run to Asaba if you don’t want that emergency turning into a disaster.” Patti picked her mug and drank before looking in the direction of her grandfather. “You’re awfully quiet this morning, Nnadim. Are you sure you’re all right?”

“Because I don’t want to cackle and babble about a doctor we’re not sure if he is coming or not that makes me not all right?” Nnadim made a tsk and waved a hand in dismissal. “Please let an old man be, women. I have better thoughts in my head this morning.”

But his dismissive attitude didn’t fool her. Her grandfather always picked that nonchalant tone when he was trying to keep his family from worrying. “Did you sleep well last night?”

“I thought you asked me that earlier.” Nnadim emptied his mug of tea and pushed the tray towards Nneka. “You cooked well as always, Nneka. Now go serve the boys and stop strewing out early morning tall-tales.”

“If a new doctor would be taking over from Dr Ibisio then it won’t be a tall-tale. And instead of evading the question, you ought to admit that your legs are aching again and allow the girl take you to see that doctor.” And with a royal sniff, Nneka took her tray and marched off to the kitchen.

“I will pluck out the tongue on that woman one of these days.” Nnadim grunted.

“Your legs aching, Nnadim?”

And he muttered a curse under his breath. “You’re like a mother hen this morning, aren’t you?” At her pointed glare, he sighed. “I am all right. They are just stiff bones—old people have them. You would too when you get to my age. And you won’t like people nagging you about them.” He added in a grumble.

“We should go to the clinic.” Patti decided and rose with her own tray. “We’ll at least see Aunty Nurse if no one else.”

“I don’t need to go to the clinic and I certainly don’t want to see Aunty Nurse.” Nnadim snapped. “Just leave me to have some rest, little girl.”

He feared injections and so his outburst didn’t worry her. It was his arthritis that always had her worried. “We are going. And if you don’t willingly come with me, I’ll give her a call and have her come down here. Do you prefer that?”

“I prefer to be left alone.” Her grandfather glared.

Patti chuckled. “I’ll go have my bath.”


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MAYBE it was just a matter of stiff bones but where her grandfather was concerned, Patti preferred to be safe than sorry. And though he continued to grumble and glare all the way to the clinic, that didn’t bother her at all.

“Good morning.” They generally greeted the few people on the rows of benches on the medical centre’s reception area.

Greetings echoed back to them and more directly to Nnadim.

“Here today, Patti and her grandfather?” Nurse Carol, that was what everyone called her, cheerfully hailed them.

Patti sent a friendly smile to the registered nurse who’d trained at Agbor and returned to their town after her training. “Yes. We’re hoping to see Aunty Nurse. Nnadim is experiencing pains on his legs.”

“There is no need to see Aunty Nurse, not today at least.” Nurse Carol took the card in Patti’s hand. “We have a new doctor and he is already in and seeing patients. I’ll just chuck you in since it is Nnadim.” She swept a glance at a teenage boy on the front bench. “You can hold off for Nnadim, can’t you, Nonso?”

“Of course.” Nonso, a senior secondary school boy happily nodded his head. He didn’t want to be at the clinic anyway. “Let Nnadim go ahead. Elders first.”

“Always generous.” Nurse Carol beamed at him and pulled out Nnamdi Chimezie’s case file from the shelved stack. “Take this with you. Once the young lady with him now comes out, you two go in. “You’ll be fine, Nnadim.”

“I am fine.” The old man grunted. And got a few laughs from waiting patients and family.

They didn’t have to sit and wait as the curtain that covered the doctor’s office door shifted open and a woman hobbled out of the office. “Next patient.” She weakly invited.

“That would be us thanks to kind Nonso.” Patti said, helping her grandfather forward as they walked towards the office. “You’re lucky we’re not seeing Aunty Nurse, so stop scowling.”

“I don’t want to see the new doctor either.” Nnadim muttered.

“Well, we’re seeing him.” Patti nudged aside the curtain and stepped inside before pulling her reluctant grandfather after her. “Good morning, doctor.” She began cheerfully and then halted her greeting.

It was him—the peeping Tom from two evenings ago. He was the new doctor?

Isidore saw the surprise in her eyes and neatly shielded his own. So they were to meet again? Inevitable in a small town like this, he figured.

“Good morning.” He gave her a polite nod and turned to smile at the old man she was holding on to. “Good morning, sir.” This must be her grandfather and so, Nnadim, the old man who’d sent the fishes to Mama-Onye. “Please have a seat, sir.”

“Thank you, my son.” Nnadim was suddenly perked up seeing the young doctor. “So you are our new doctor. Coming in from Asaba like Dr Ibisio, are you?”

“Actually fully here as a resident doctor.” Isidore smilingly corrected taking his case file from Patti without looking at her. “I was transferred here by the state government.”

“You’re telling us that you plan on settling here in this town?”

He looked at her now. Noted the utter disbelief in her eyes and stared pointedly at it. “Yes, I am. I am now the resident doctor here.”

“And for how long?” Patti asked, her tone faintly snide.

“For as long as my services as needed.” The woman certainly had an attitude problem.

“But that is wonderful. We really need our own doctor, someone who will be available twenty-four-seven to attend to patients.” Nnadim beamed at him. “Are you from around here? There is something familiar about you… if you don’t mind my saying so.”

“I am Mama-Onye’s grandson. The son of her only son.” Isidore explained to the old man.

“Aha! That is what is familiar. You have the look of your late grandfather.” Nnadim gave a quick laugh of pleasure and held out his hand. “You’re most welcome to our town, son—to your town. Your grandfather was a great man. A great hunter and farmer. He caught antelopes on a daily basis.”

“So I heard.” Isidore shook the man’s hand and then sat back down and opened his file. “So what is the problem, Nnadim?” Then he looked up. “I am assuming you are the one with the health issue since it is your case file I am looking into.”

“It is my arthritis.” Nnadim nodded. “They come with their troubles every now and then. Especially when it is raining and the weather is cold.”

“Hmm, that is expected. Cold weather is never good for rheumatic diseases and…” The rest of what he was going to say trailed off as the curtain over his office door shifted open and Aunty Nurse came in.

Her name was actually Roseline Okagbue but no one ever remembered to call her that.

“I have administered the treatment to the patient, doctor, and put him on a bed for a few hours rest as instructed.” She relayed to the doctor.

“Thank you, Nurse.” Isidore smiled his appreciation at the cooperation of the senior nursing sister. Though she’d been mainly in charge of the medical centre in the absence of a resident doctor, she’d easily given way to him upon his resumption yesterday.

“You’re welcome, doctor.” Aunty Nurse shifted her gaze smoothly to Patti and Nnadim. “Good morning, Nnadim. Your knees acting up again?”

“They are.” Nnadim confirmed. “How is your family?”

“They are fine. Only Onyinye sniffing because of the weather.” Aunty Nurse responded. “I will need some fish, Patti. Big well-dried ones. My in-laws are coming in from Ubulu-Unor this weekend and I want to prepare ofe-nsala and fufu for them.”

“Nothing better than ofe-nsala when family is visiting.” Patti smiled at the nurse in her late forties. “I will have some delivered to you tomorrow evening unfailingly and will add some of the spices Nneka got from the asha-eke yesterday.”

“Thank you, dear lady. I’ll see you tomorrow then.” Aunty Nurse smiled before walking out of the office.

And as if reminded by the stopover of Aunty Nurse, Nnadim quickly stated. “I am not interested in getting injected this morning, doctor.”

Isidore chuckled. “That is all right since I am saving the usual corticosteroid injections you’ve been getting and switching it with some analgesic. I’ll recommend Cataflam. It would help with the pains you’re feeling, but I’ll send a request for Diclofenac to be sent in from Asaba. That will be a better pain medication. You can come pick that up in a few days.” Isidore made notes and then passed the file and note back to Patti. “A healthy diet high on fruits will also be helpful, and of course lots of rest.”

“I do nothing but rest with my granddaughter here to nag me.” Nnadim said, heaving to his feet and holding out his hand again. “I am glad that the son of Obinze has returned home to help his people.”

“I am happy to be here, sir.” Isidore dipped his head respectfully to the old man and offered a vague smile to Patti.

Who only stiffly responded—not at all to his surprise.

“Can you imagine, it is Mama-Onye’s grandson who’s come back home.” Nnadim enthused as they started on the drive back to the farm.

“We’ll see if he is actually back home when his city feet come calling.” Patti retorted.

Nnadim made a tsk-tsk sound. “You have been here many years now and your city feet haven’t come calling.”

“That is because they were firmly planted here before they ever went away briefly.”

Her grandfather snorted. “Stop being prejudiced, girl. You are not the only one who can return to your home town and stay in it.”

“I am not being prejudiced, Nnadim. I just know how these young men think… and act.” And at her grandfather’s new snort, she frowned and glared at the puddle-filled highway.

So he was Mama-Onye’s grandson—and a medical doctor too?

None of that mattered, she asserted to herself. He was city folk and he wouldn’t last long in their small town. Anyone expecting him to was possibly living in a fool’s paradise.


Dedication: For all June and July celebrants, may your lives be blessed.



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23 Responses to Key To MY Heart

  1. Grace says:

    First to comment hehehe a new doctor is in town

  2. Fsf says:


  3. kulvivi says:

    watching from d sidelines. carry go TM

  4. iyke david says:

    Husband material!

  5. Vimlady says:

    Patti sure has attitude problems

  6. Jeffrey Jamez says:

    I’m waiting to here the story behind this Patti’s attitude.. Lol…

    Btw if you have not read UP you’re missing out Big TIME!!!!

  7. Patience Bassey says:

    A new doctor has come, husband material has arrived!

  8. Sara says:

    Patti’s attitude seems like a serious case of heartbreak what with her hostile attitude towards Nonso and Isidore. Waiting eagerly for the next episode. TM

  9. Roselyn says:

    I sense that there is a smoke behind Patti’s fire fire attitude. Thank you our Lady

  10. Nykky says:

    Doctor in town I hope our Patti is educated. What is with her attitude and what is her story about city people. TM I’ve read all the books what a talent you possess some characters are hilarious, some lovey dovey some arrogant and annoying until they met their match.Put together it’s a great job you did with four books Welldone

  11. Nykky says:

    I need to say that fictions or not For better for worse is educative. people i recommend you read that book

  12. Temitope Shobayo says:

    nhnnmm, I hope the doctor will surgically open the locked heart and hope her case will not be too hard to crack. Well Madam TM, thanks for sharing, but I will be like a lynch on you because I really want to read her case file.

  13. kemmy says:

    TM, you have your way with words, i love that

  14. Toyenlon says:

    This Patti sef, she’s too uptight…but i guess the new doctor in town is the key.

  15. Essencecj says:

    Good story here. I hope we get to know what’s up with Patti’s attitude later. Thanks for d birthday wishes too. 27 June is my birthday and u are all invited.

  16. Paula says:

    Patti cool down joorr

  17. Thank God for keys in this life. Patti should calm down

  18. Ella mum says:

    Patti calm down jawe.may be she is allergic to guys

  19. mady says:

    well..she really av an attitude problem

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