Doctor’s Tales by Uche Anyanwagu – Story 2 – The Rope that Hangs

He reached out for the dangling ends of the rope of his kaftan trousers. He pulled the entire length out. Holding a small length of it in between both hands, he pulled it tight.

He smiled to himself and nodded twice. This smile was pale. His smile was fake – that kind that can only come from the facial muscles not anywhere near the heart.

He quickly twisted the rope to increase its strength and made two knots at both ends. He got a stool and checked an old iron lamp-holder fixed to the wall.He touched and vigorously shook it. The lamp-holder wasn’t strong enough for this adventure. Disappointed, he looked for the one opposite it but he got the same effect.

He dismantled the ceiling fan with a pen-knife nearby. Its hook seemed to be a perfect description of what he was looking for. He placed the pieces of the loosened fan by the corner of the room. He took another look at his room with his eyes intently gazed at a plaque of an award he won in school hanging on the wall.

This has hung there with so much pride to him. Today, it made no sense or meaning to him. He had come at wits end. It was over. He took another passionate look like someone bidding a final farewell to the room that hosted him. He ascended the stool and fastened his rope to the fan hook. He took a deep breath, pulled the noose round his neck, gave a loud laughter and kicked the stool.

Uche had battled with depression in the passing weeks and months. He had tried to brave it up but that did not help. He made attempts to share his mood and feelings with his peers but most laughed him up.

His pastor attributed it to spiritual attack. He went through a cocktail of praying and fasting sessions but none brought permanent succour. They later gave up on him. No one paid detailed attention to him. He couldn’t muster trust to reach out again.

He recalled how Ike, his best friend, scorned him over a past failed relationship. “There are many fishes in the sea…” he teased him. “…why kill yourself over this babe? You are a fine guy, intelligent and with a beautiful world before you” Ike did not take time to understand the pulse of his mood or reason underpinning it.

When he mustered enough courage to see a Psychiatrist, the label he would earn from the society weakened his steps. He, sort of, overcame this and dragged his feet – the longest walk of his life – to the Psychiatrist.

To his chagrin, the doctor felt he wasn’t sick enough to warrant his time. He really, in his own words, “… needed patients with real psychosis and not lily-livered, love-stricken/hungry young men”.

Uche left that clinic more depressed than he was when he stepped into it. “What a world…” he wondered aloud. His eye balls were engorged with tears. His heart was heavy that he could feel its weight in his chest. He severally swallowed the lump rising in his throat.

Sadly, none of his friends could notice that the once lively Uche was getting more withdrawn and a bit apprehensive with crowd.

His voracious appetite went south. Meal times turned to movie times – where he sat for hours keeping watch over his meal as it simmered to ice. He barely called home – his people felt all was well with him.

Uche was not just alone but lonely. He lived in a bubble – of loneliness, solitude, rejection, self-blame and pity. He lost interest in all that was once fair and true to him. He battled alone. He battled wrongly too. He could not cope with the unsolicited changes his world has suddenly undergone.

This battle was fought in his mind. This battle was lost within him and in him. No one knew what he battled. No one could understand the powers that built a ring in him to wrestle in. Piece-by-piece, they ravaged every piece of him and shred the strong fabrics that once held his rugged soul.

Uche was found two days later dangling on a rope in his room. It took the visit of a swarm of flies (like the Magi) to lead his neighbours to this reality. It was the shock of the entire neighbourhood. His car was still packed in the driveway and his flat housed the putrefying smell oozing from his still but decomposing body

Ike could not hold his tears. He shares so much in this guilt. As a doctor, he could remember all he was taught on this in school but failed to use this to save his best friend. He was dismissive and occasionally judgemental.

Now on a tiny rope hung Uche – a will that was once determined – strong, robust and resilient. As Ike watched, he could not believe that the thick muscular body of Uche could be sustained up high by a tiny rim of cloth.

Unknown to him, Uche became light the day his zeal to live left his body. Now, as light as feather, air suspends it.

The men cut the rope as Uche’s body slumped onto the ground. Ike reached out and placed his stethoscope to his chest – now stained by the fluid from his decomposing body. He knew it was medicine after death. I wonder what he expected to hear.

In place of a heart beat echoed the sound of a heartless world. Breath sounds were replaced by the loudness of a silent world. His pupils were fixed and dilated. His lashes even failed to cover his eyeballs and they waited to witness the sad end of their gallant host.

Ike ran his palm across both eyes and tightly closed the lids. He pronounced Uche clinically dead to the consternation of his neighbours and relatives.

“Uche is dead…” “So, Uche is dead, they all muttered.

Yes! He died of our neglect. May our judgement make him stand condemned before the Almighty.

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I am Uche Anyanwagu. This piece is dedicated to those battling with all forms of depression.

Depression is real.
Be unashamed.
Speak out.

Depression is real
Be non-judgemental,
Reach out

7 thoughts on “Doctor’s Tales by Uche Anyanwagu – Story 2 – The Rope that Hangs”

  1. It’s so emotional.Most persons in the society are actually going through such things and it’s taking a toll on their daily activities,without having anyone to talk to.The writer was brief but clear in his narrative,making use of strong descriptive and narrative words.This is one of a kind.

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