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The year was 2010, 11am but the sun was already scorching and the car my dad was dropping me off with to the hospital for my first job had no functioning air condition and I occasionally had to use my hands to fan myself, "son how do you feel?" dad asked, and I remember silently starring through the car window at the bush shrubs that dotted the vast empty land that was along the road as we drove fast past them, apart of me was excited that I'm going to afford to live a modest lifestyle after having a rough and tough experience through school and yet a part of me was sad that I'm going to work from a remote village and yet my entire child hood I grew up in a guerrilla war ravaged village and access to urban social amenities was impossible. We are here said my dad as he slowly approached a make shift gate and the gate man handed him a book saying please sign here while peeping inside the car and asking 'are you here for treatment?' no no my son is the new doctor pointing at me with a smile, hello said the gateman as he sheepishly waved at me while receiving the book and we drove through the meandering path to the hospital staff premises Welcome doctor as I stepped out of the car said the nurse as she reached for my bag and said follow me, within minutes she stopped and said this is your house and I made a quick scan gauging the distance I will have to trek doing my "on call night shift" a not bad with a nod was the murmur that came off my lips. The next day 8am the vibration from the buzzing phone woke me and a glance at the phone, Human resource manager calling hello I answered "Doc you are going to be late for the orientation, I will be there in 5' and hung up. A week after the orientation as I walked past the waiting and triage area a number of patients had gathered, I made it through to the consultation room and notified the nurse that I'm ready to see the first patient and thirty minutes after I heard the door bang, doctor doctor emergency said the nurse as she wheeled in an unconscious pregnant mother soaked in blood, I swiftly got off the chair and helped with lifting the pregnant mother onto the bed in the room, call in for more nurses as I reached for her pulse weak and feeble, GCS- 8/15 which is border line between moderate and severe coma, and by now I already had enough nurses to help, can some one find her veins and set up intravenous fluids, catheterize her, I need to know her blood pressure now, call the laboratory and inform them we need blood and notify the theatre team, call in the sonographer I need to know the fetal wellbeing right away, take off blood sample and send to the laboratory for CBC, U/E, RBS, what is her Spo2 I asked one nurse 64% doc damn I murmured, please connect oxygen at a rate of 5litres/minute, is the theatre team ready?! doc no fetal cardiac activity said the sonographer, doc we don't have blood a call from the laboratory came in, call the ambulance driver now I said, doc the ambulance broke down last month one of the nurses interjected and by now the patient is gasping. Beeep is the sound of the monitor, please get me defribilators doc this is a community hospital we don't have it. one , two, three as I started chest compressions and the deafening beep sound was still on and I could hear the voice of the nurse saying doc she is gone what do we do next..?!! I looked at my watch and said time of death 4pm as I removed my blood soiled gloves and could barely notice I was soaked in sweat as I walked out of the room . Dr. Marshall please go cool off for a week said the Human resource manager as you to try to forget about this experience.