MY MORGUE EXPERIENCE.
Last Day mortuary Ama was were I did my six months industrial training as a science laboratory students in 2014.
At the moment the thought of finding myself in a mortuary was far fetch but after when all my applications in Teaching Hospitals and Medical Laboratories fell on sandy soil I was left with no other option than to take this appointment as my last resort.
My supervisor Prof. Thomas made it compulsory that I must serve in a medical related field and that he'll be coming twice a month to take assessment of my performance no matter the distance from my school to my place of IT.
On a Friday night at about 9:45pm just when I was about retiring to the comfort of my mattress I received an email from the mortuary that my application was successful and I should resume work on Monday morning by 7:30am.
What ordinarily should call for jubilation frozen my mind instantly even to a point I couldn't close my eyelids to bed through out the night.
The IT was a 15 unit course and at that point I was left to choose between maintaining my first class CPGA of 4.83 or allow my fears drain up my effort, the academic toil of sleepless nights.
I never wanted to relate this to my father because he'll give no other advise but to encourage me to man-up and face my fears for it'll end up making me a strong man. Be a man that you are, a Lion does not give birth to a goat -- you're my son. This will be his last statement.
After some period of self murmuring and mumbling I swallowed my fears and was all out to chase whatever may be the outcome.
Now on my first day at the mortuary...