'Madam, could you please wipe off your lipstick? '

I wondered what the problem with my lipstick was. But I should have guessed that there was going to be wahala ahead for me. 

'Open your mouth, please, and keep it open.' 

He put in two fingers at first, then another two from his other hand. He then proceeded to open my mouth wider than it had ever been opened. 

'Hmmmmn, the molar is cracked on the "something something" side and we will need to use a "something something" to get a grip so we can pull it out.'

I closed my eyes because I didn't want to see any of their macabre tools. 

'Please keep your mouth open because I am about to give you an injection in your mouth to deaden the area.'

I snapped my mouth shut, then opened it a little so I could ask him if he was going to give me something to deaden my mouth first before giving me injection.

'No, Madam. Please open your mouth. We'll be through before you know it.'

This life. After I had my last child I told God that I never wanted to have anything to do with hospitals but see me now. 

I kuku opened my mouth. 

I saw the injection. It looked like something meant for huge animals, or like something from Hammer House of Horror. My eyes closed themselves. 

'Keep still, Madam.'

Before nko? I for move make you take that thing chook my brain?! 

After a 5 minute wait for the drug to take effect during which I hummed hymns which are not yet in existence, his fingers invaded my mouth again along with some tools which my eyes refused to open up to see. There was a lot of tugging and pulling. 

'Pwish, I qfeel yike my wqouth ish veen deqiled. I yno do again oh! Shank you. I qwvant to go home. Pwish!!' , I said, wondering if they understood. 

They burst into laughter, the dentist and his 3 assistants. 

'I'm not defiling your mouth, Madam, and once we are through you can go home. And, we are done!! The tooth is out!!!'

He showed me my tooth. I looked at his face.

I will never forget you, I told him.