He emerged, undisturbed by the melody of babble and jabber, into silence. Mother’s moist, sympathetic eyes, harmonise with her caring crescent. Images, engendered from this gentle, somehow sinister, quiescence burden his innocent perceptions with knowing ignorance. White coats flutter; busying noiselessly. Machines, their dials awhirr with sharp jumping traces, vibrate rhythms to multitudes of peering faces. […]
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The words of Peter Akinwunmi (Peter Ak'i) 