Black Child Focus
Image coronal brain slices and see if they express the virus. Expression means a red glow against the lens. This is my task for Thursday. I task that I vehemently did not want to try. I did not feel up to task. “Acquaint yourself with it," the one in charge of the intern today, urges. I start caressing the knobs, big and small, I wrap my fingers on the eye piece, squint through the lens, adjust and readjust the objective lenses. Deep down, the voice whispers ,woe unto you, thou shalt have learned to use a miscroscope. I wonder why my incantaations against the working of this microscope were not heeded. Last Thursday, my imploring had reached the ears of Heaven. The postdoctoral fellow in charge had worked for two hours in vain. The slices sitting pretty in the wells could not be seen. Oblivious to him, the invocations I had made became a stronghold to the science he possessed. Utterly embarrassed, dejected and destitute, he gave up and told me I could have the day to m...