Looking intensely at the readings, Doctor Olamide Pedro folded his sphygmomanometer and placed it gently on the table, unwrapped the BP cuff from his patient’s arm, sat on his office table and fixed his gaze at Johnson Omotayo.
With over 30 years of professional practice, Doctor Pedro who owned and managed one of the largest private hospitals on the Island had been the family Doctor of the Omotayo’s for over ten years, infact, he personally took delivery of their 3 kids, Olayemi, Derrick and Roland. Johnson Omotayo had become his adopted son.
“Young man, I really don’t know what your problems are. With the rate at which you are going, if you don’t heed my advice, you are giving an open invitation to stroke. Do you know what your readings are? It is a good thing you came here on time. You will need to take things easy"!
He stood up from the table, walked to his chair, sat down and started writing some prescriptions. Unfolding the sleeves of his impeccable white, well starched and ironed Marks and Spencer shirt, Johnson Omotayo knew he had to take things easy on himself, but how would he take things easy?
His monthly over head was growing, so were his kids and their fees. Thoughts of suspending his business operations and laying off his staff members had crossed his mind three times within the last 24 hours. He knew how he had to convince his pretty wife Nnenna on the need to prune their daily expenses.
There should be a way out of this present economic situation he thought to himself, and indeed, there is a way out!