Eat fruits. As many as you can. They will tell you that. When you think of visiting a patient in a hospital, fruits sound like the perfect tag along. I will call them admitted fruits.

Hospital wards have characteristic dull plain walls, pungent smell of disinfectants and occasional screams and cries of pain. Ideally, the corridors are clean and empty with cash carts and medicine cabinets. But then, the ideal is not ideal. In some government hospitals, the corridors are marked with beds draped with dirty linens, rusted Iv poles that I bet have seen the 57 years of Kenya’s independence. Other than that, there is a characteristic ‘ward smell’. My consultants don’t like the term but there is just that smell that hits your nostril once in the wards. I know you get what I mean. A mix of medication, disinfectant and something else, admitted fruits!
Other than patients, other things also get admitted with them. Beside every bed, there is a bedside cabinet. One meant to make the patient comfortable during their stay; a place to keep their personal effects and just everything else the cabinet can hold. And this is whee my dear fruits get admitted.
Bananas, watermelon slices, oranges, mangoes. On the patient bedside cabinets, they go. With every visit, a new bunch is added. Fruits will increase your appetite, fruits will make you stronger, fruits will make you get back on your feet stronger. What is it that fruits can’t do? How do I forget Lucozade? Growing up, I knew Lucozade(an energiser drink) was meant for the sick. To date, drinking Lucozade just doesn’t feel right. I feel it needs to be taken in a ward or a waiting bay of a hospital or clinic. It is for the sick.
Friends, relatives and even pastors agree fruits have healing power, but only when consumed. As time passes by, a banana or two goes bad. The next day another bunch is brought and the older bunch is pushed further in the cabinet. A week passes by and the banana at the furthest corner of the cabinet remains unnoticed. It becomes an admitted fruit. There is only too much an ill person can handle especially when recuperating. With recovery, the fruits are consumed more and more.

But think of all the admitted fruits stacked at the back of the bedside cabinet. A banana in bed 1, a mango in bed 2 and an orange in bed 3. All awaiting the day they get discharged from the cabinet into the patient’s stomach. Some get discharged while others are bagged and taken away. Lifeless and helpless. The admitted fruits. If only they could tell the tale.

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