15th of December 2020 I casually packed my bags and headed to the hospital for a major surgery, which will turn out to be one of the most challenging episodes of my life.
My mum, who flew in from Abuja 30 minutes before was already waiting at the hospital. She couldn’t make it to the house. Lagos traffic is not anybody’s mate.
I joined her at the hospital, exchanged hugs and was lost deep in mother-son amebo when we were interrupted by a Nurse, prompting us it was time to move into my hospital room. We were ushered into a general ward, going against all previous arrangements we had with the hospital for a private room.
I shouted. I wailed.
That yielded some results. We were moved into a private room.
Enter Max.
He walked in. Cracked jokes with my mum and with both hands crossed behind him, proceeded to inspect the room, Fashola style.
“What the fuck is this?” He asked me calmly. “Where is the TV?” “What kind of fridge is this?” “Why is the AC that way?” “Where is the private suite we made arrangements for?”, He continued.
He went out of the room, turned the entire hospital upside down until the owner, the chief surgeon and the administrator got in a meeting with him. They came out a few minutes later, apologized and ushered us into the private suite. E be like na hotel I go lodge.
And in that manner, I was treated with utmost care for the remaining stay in the hospital. Max was also with me all through this period and contributed greatly to my recovery.
That is Max. He fights and protects the people he loves. And I am very grateful to have him in my corner.
Happy birthday to a boss turned friend, brother and confidant.
If you are reading this, please help me say a prayer for him. I’ll greatly appreciate it. You can find him on Twitter @TaureanMax.
