Her Father's Daughter

Dr Aisha rearranged the files on her table for the third time as she waited for Mr Akintade to come in. His daughter had been admitted earlier that week after complaining of jabbing pains in her abdomen during one of her lectures in school. It turned out one of her kidneys was failing and she needed a transplant. 

Without missing a beat, her whole family -including uncles and aunties- stepped up to the plate, making themselves available for blood testing to see the possibility of a donor match. Her brother had to put work on pause and fly down from Abuja. 

Mr Akintade finally entered the room, his face riddled with anxiety as he took a seat. ‘I’m happy to tell you that we found a donor match for your daughter, sir’ the doctor began with a slight smile on her face. ‘But we also found something else…’ she continued. 

‘While conducting the cross and tissue matching, we discovered a 99.9 percent DNA match with the donor, as well as your older son. His brows furrowed, unsure what the purpose of the information was, he asked ‘So I would be the one donating a kidney?’ 

Dr Aisha took a deep breath and replied grimly, ‘No sir, your brother would be’ 

The end. 

Mentor Dementor

                                Image by Chad Ward

She had been practically summoned by HR earlier that day for an impromptu appraisal of her performance so far in the 1 year she had been with their PR firm. Her expectations were skyrocket high because her probation had been extended to 1 year due to some ‘restructuring’ happening in her department and her role had diversified from marketing officer to Account manager. Within those additional six months, she had played a major role in bringing in 3 new high-profile accounts. 

In addition, Michael, her line manager who she also considered to be a mentor, won’t stop gushing about her account-sealing skills since she joined their team. He had even privately nicknamed her Maverick because of this.

She entered HR's office and sat down. She was excited and couldn’t help but silently tap her toes rhythmically. HR began the conversation highlighting how long she’d been with them and the switch in her role. Then she said: ‘We would be placing you on a one month probation because of underperformance in certain areas.’ 

She was sure she heard incorrectly. Probation? Underperformance? HR added that this had been brought to her attention a number of times and probation was the next course of action. She didn’t know when she blurted out: ‘Who brought this to your attention, Ma?!’ 

HR replied: ‘Your line manager, Michael’

The end.