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.
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