In a world where faith is labeled virtuous, billions use it as a means to examine life, neglecting the sciences and psychology that have helped us redefine how we perceive illness. As we start our journey, we begin by traveling across miles of ocean, to a dusty medical office in Nigeria, mid afternoon sunlight illuminating cracked panes of glass, spreading spiderwebs of light to all who would notice.
The front door blasts open as paint flakes jump from the walls and drift to the uneven floor. Bursting through the ensuing dust and crunching the fresh floor trimmings under worn leather boots is a tall man, forehead perspiring and gray touches in his hair.
“Where is he? Right now! WHERE IS HE?”