When I was told that my dear friend and beautiful, brilliant senior sister, Dr Doris Amachree Fisher, had passed away, I was stunned.
OK, so I am a bit of a pessimist and had fleetingly experienced doubts about the wisdom of anyone who can afford to travel having a kidney transplant in Nigeria with its limited medical facilities. “I’ll be fine,” she declared, brimming with her customary confidence. “Don’t forget that I am a doctor myself. I know what I am doing.”That was the last time I saw her and heard her voice.
You made no attempt to portray yourself as a meek and mild prayer warrior or icon of perfection, so I’m going to tell the truth, which is: That you were also a great mum to Lanre and Deji Fisher, your adored sons. That you genuinely cared about your siblings and extended family despite tensions that exist in most families.
That you had a fascinating enquiring mind and were willing to consider every possibility, including atheism. That you had courage and more balls than many men. That you were comfortable with and GREATLY respected by the tough guys – famous Niger Delta militants – who fought for resource control in our state and region.