MY MORGUE EXPERIENCE.
The husband at the moment was reprimanded at the police station.
She's such a beautiful young lady in her early 30 with 3 kids; a boy and 2 girls. Her name was Mary.
Her lifeless body was placed on a board at the right corner of the room for physical examination to check if there are bruises or possible damages so to know the kind of preservative treatment to be administered.
After the check up by Mr Evans I was asked to undress and shave her pubic region before she can be transferred to the theater for treatment.
Brethren after I reluctantly uncovered the wrapper used in covering her body the giant man in me fell off and I became a shadow of myself holding shaving stick and it never occurred to me that my tap had loosed in tears until I heard a voice saying "once you're done with your cry wipe off your tears and tidy up your job so you can fill your logbook for the day".
Though from what I saw it seems it wasn't upto a week she shaved before her sudden death occured because it's evident in the smoothness and neatness of her peperipe left for a few bumps at the armpit but my boss insisted I still shave as the custom of the mortuary demands.
Why must I be the one to shave this woman? I asked myself.
Then I said a silent prayer:
Mary I did not kill you.
Please pardon me if I touch your peperipe against your wish.
I'm doing this to preserve you against the day your mortal body will return to mother earth.
God knows why it happened to you at this time and why I'm the one taking care of you.
Please don't harm me as I mean no evil to you. I'm only but a student on academic exercise to acquire a degree.
As I conclude the prayer I wore my hand gloves and began my first assignment.
At the closure of work that day I was soaked in fears.
Almost all the ladies I met on my way going home had a resemblance of late Mrs Mary and it became horrifying so instead of..