WHEN DUTY CALLS

It's time to say "time waits for nobody." I recently started working at the Faculty of Law after spending a comfortable year at the Faculty of The Social Sciences, where everything went well. I had no idea that most Faculties had a variety of operating constraints. I found it intolerable to sit on the edge of a needle at first.

Few days at work, the Faculty Dean called for a meeting of the Departments and demanded that I record the minutes of the meeting because his Secretary was on maternity leave. Unfortunately, my twin children had raised  temperature on Saturday night, so I felt compelled to get ready and take them to the hospital on Sunday morning. They were admitted, and my wife, who lives and work in the Port Harcourt Mobil Quarters, had to request a few days of leave and was to wait for approval.

She is sadly unable to make it down as quickly as she would want to. On Monday morning, I had to choose between having to attend a two-hour meeting or staying with my children. I pondered, unsure of what to do, Should I call my Secretary? No, my Dean spoke with me directly.
Should I leave now or should I wait for my beloved wife to arrive? 
Should I call the Dean to explain my situation? If not, he might believe I am incapable.

Should I leave? Absolutely, I should be leaving and informing the doctor of my impending actions. In just two hours, I should be able to return to my children and the doctor with ease, but I departed unsettled. It took me a long time to get a taxi from the hospital, and getting ready for the meeting wasn't that simple eithe. At that time, I didn't know the names of the Faculty  members to communicate with as I was new. I had to collect the keys from the Porters section and make sure the venue was open and tidy. A few minutes later the meeting began, attendance was taken and all contributions were recorded.

My phone rang in the middle of the meeting, and when I checked the screen, I saw that it was the doctor. I hurried outside to answer the call and make the necessary arrangements. The doctor's voice did not sound good, so I became upset and yelled, "Oh God!" Everyone stared at me and asked me to speak before they continued, so I begged the Dean to let me go, and he f
replied that I should.

Where individuals were able to hike, the campus was starting to go sour. I tried to find out what was going on, but it seemed students were protesting, so I had to trek all the way to the main entrance of the institution. The doctor kept calling, advising me that I should move my children to a specialist hospital since their condition was growing worse. I managed to get a taxi to the hospital, and the experience was far from nice. I was left with listening to my doctor more and calling the Dean multiple times to let her know my situation.  

I managed to return home with the children in good health days later.

Luckily, my esteemed Dean covered all of my expenses during her multiple visits. She never would have imagined that I would esteem my work so highly to the extent of leaving them in the hospital alone.
They really do say, "time waits for nobody," and if I had waited for my wife, it would have severely harmed my kids' health.