A pregnant woman visits the Emergency Department of the Maternity wing, at our flagship hospital, Mt Hope. The queue is long. The designated "waiting room" area is waiting on seats, like so many public places in T&T (ever tried sitting outside our multimillion-dollar international airport?).
The newly-arrived pregnant woman, with uncustomary politeness (because her mudder was a Grenadian, where manners is still manners, rather than licks or verbal abuse) asks the middle-aged nurse if there's somewhere she could sit, she's feeling faint, ready to black out. She's met with a contemptuous grimace which translates as: "Yuh mad or wha? Dis is de horspittle not a blasted hotel."
Unfazed, because she was forced up on the East-West Corridor, the young pregnant woman suggests she could sit on one of the many empty seats in the reception area of the Emergency section. "Dat is not fuh you," is the response. Instead she's forced to join the crowd of despondent mothers-to-be and women with reproductive problems and emergencies, crammed like cattle in a pen, in the corridor with supportive family.
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