I walked down the lobby to the male ward in my sparkling white coat. Aladura was his usual self, chanting "Mimo! Angel Micheal, holy!" and gesturing like a prayer warrior caught in the web of a prayer session. I moved to Prof's bed. For the past few days, he had been hallucinating about a certain man who wanted to kill him. "Prof, Good morning." He looked at me, ignored my greeting and faced the wall. I made to grab his wrist but he shrank from my touch. "Dr. Blacky, don't touch me o!" "What have I done? Or are we no longer friends again?" He frowned. "Oh! We are friends? Tell me. Where were you when that crazy man wanted to kill me? Eh?" "I am sorry to hear about that. I was off-duty yesterday and so wasn't around. I assure you that as long as I am here no one will harm you." He hesitated like a child. "Ok. I forgive you. But only because you are a beautiful lady." I smiled. ...