Meet Mr. Okon. A proud, energetic man who believes in prayer over pills and fasting over pharmaceuticals. He was diagnosed with Benign Prostatic Hyperplasia (BPH) months ago, but he waved it off, claiming, "Doctor, this is not ordinary. My village people are at work!" He refused medications, saying he would pray the prostate back to size.
Fast forward to today—Mr. Okon bursts into the emergency unit, his face twisted in pain, legs squeezed together like a man guarding a secret. His complaint? He hasn’t urinated in over eight hours. His bladder, now the size of a pregnant watermelon, is screaming for relief. But wait—wasn’t this “spiritual”? Why was he now running to science for salvation?
The Science of the "Spiritual Attack"
BPH is not the work of enemies from the village. It’s a normal aging process, where the prostate gland decides to grow bigger than necessary, squeezing the urethra like a stubborn landlord refusing to let a tenant pass. Over time, this leads to:
Weak urine flow (Drip, drip, frustration...)
Frequent nighttime urination (Wife begins to suspect another midnight affair—this time, with the toilet!)
Straining to urinate (Like trying to squeeze out the last bit of toothpaste)
And then… the grand finale: Acute Urinary Retention (AUR)!
The Rescue Mission
Now, back to Mr. Okon. The doctors don’t waste time. A catheter is inserted, and just like that—whoosh!—liters of pent-up urine flow out. Mr. Okon sighs in sweet relief, muttering, "Doctor, I feel born again!"
The Inevitable Truth
With the crisis averted, Mr. Okon is sat down for "The Talk." He is told:
- Take your medications—Tamsulosin and Finasteride won’t shrink his faith, only his prostate.
- Consider surgery if needed—The only real "deliverance" from severe BPH might be TURP surgery.
- Drink responsibly—Less coffee, fewer late-night fluids.
The Final Word
Medical science is not the enemy. A catheter saved Mr. Okon faster than prayer points—and that’s okay! God gave us doctors, medicine, and common sense. The real "village people" here are neglect and ignorance.
So, next time your bladder goes on strike, don’t blame the devil—see a doctor before you become the next emergency unit comedian!
Special Thanks to:
@okere-blessing
@bossj23
@goddybest
@Wilmer1988