Bond

I sometimes wonder about the nature of the bond that bind male infants and their mothers.
Today a lady came for her shot in the hospital.
Proudly walking behind was her 4 year old son.
He looked happy and seemed to be having fun at the outing, If the ice cream on his left hand which he gladly pops into his mouth is a measure.
Nurse: Mrs. X, please come for your injection.
The little boy processed the message relayed to the mother and seemed unsettled.
The mother walked into the injection room and what followed took everybody by surprise.
You know as ajebo pipu used to do naa, the lady started her awwweww,heeeeee,ouuuch, oh mai gawd before she actually entered the room.
This was no music to the boy's ears.
He advanced gradually to the room and waited.
The nurse had only prepared the site and was advancing menacingly with her paraphernalia to the woman's buttocks when from nowhere 2 tiny hands enclosed her thin straight leg in a vice-like grip..
"Leave my my Mummy, leave her her!", he ordered
My attention was drawn to multiple screams all emanating from a single outlet- the injection room.
An angry boy has munched on the nurse's thigh with the menaces of Boko Haram and the Inquisition combined.
My staff has been bullied and yours truly has no clue on what to do to a sweet cutie trying to protect a dear mother from perceived malevolence of hospital protocols.
Next week, I am carrying a placard to the National Assembly'.
Hospital personell are globally bullied.
They should not be included among those in the "Revolution"