The third letter to my dad

letterHello father, I hope this finds you well. Though it has been long since we talked, it has been on purpose. I am coming close to the end of my first year of training as a doctor. This has been the best of my years and yet the worst of them all. I have never had such an amount of workload to cope up with in my entire life. I am not complaining or something but I am echoing the words of my predecessors that medical school was never meant to be easy.

Coming close to the end of the year means getting closer and closer to completing the rite of passage of becoming a physician. For the better part of the year, I have learnt about the human body intimately than ever before, it is the most amazing piece of engineering of all time. The creator must have thought and thought. The simple activity of walking for example, involves a lot of activity that one does not even need to know, yet we are still walking.

As I cut through the human heart, I saw dried clots of blood that once flowed with life and bubbled with joy as it traversed all the regions of the body without ceasing- ceasing meant death. I sliced the brain with confidence and wondered how people think, how they believe, how they remember or even how they love. These questions went without answers. I can attest to this, that even in death, the human body contained the secrets to life.

Dad, I have never forgotten the spirit of brotherhood that you taught me back then when I was still a little boy. I have learnt that teamwork works; I have cherished the success of my friends especially when we aimed together and shot the same target. We spring from different backgrounds, different ethnicities and different beliefs yet we share the same goal. I remember my teacher and mentor once saying, ‘we are bound together not by where we come from nor by the tenacity of our faith but by the articulation of our ideas. I will surely miss my classmates.

I will forever hold on to your dream, the dream of service to God and to humanity. I am sure that however tough life may seem, hope will forever be my dream; it will keep me awake in the night in search of knowledge. It will take me through the thick woods in the less trodden paths. It will be my light in dark moments of despair; it will be high up in the sky so that I look up to it whenever giving up remains an option. I will soar on wings like eagles held by the hand of God.

Your son and Doctor,



Author: Dr. Kiaye Oliver

I am a dreamer. I love medicine. She is generous. I am also in love with literature, she makes me see the world the way I want to and sometimes the way it is.

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