Found in the archive of the Yoruba’s wise sayings is a proverb I have come to admire:
”Irinisi ni isenilojo, base rinsi lase nko ni” ( your appearance is your worth). This is no less true today as it was when it first found it way into proverb-hood.
Sometimes late last year, I traveled to ITF office to submit my logbook for signing after completing my internship at Lautech Teaching Hospital, Ogbomoso. I wore a simple shirt (long-sleeve) tucked into a fitted trouser. A well knotted tie was hanging on my neck. I wore an armless cardigan over the shirt and had my feet fitted with a shoe at peace with my dress.
I then boarded a bus with a friend and headed for ITF office early that morning to fulfill all righteousness. We got to the office at noon and met some students there who also came for the same business. After the listening to the guidelines for signing the logbook, I joined the queue and had barely stood for three minutes when one of the officials approached me.
‘Good afternoon sir, can I have your logbook? He collected the logbook and proceeded back to submit it on my behalf!
I took few step back to the tent and sat down leaving the early birds on queue.
After a while, I was called back to the desk. I saw how those without pen were told to get a pen for themselves. When it was my turn, I simply asked the woman on desk to borrow me her which she obliged!
Another incident was during my rotation at Endocrine Unit as an intern at LTH. I was involved in a research on high blood pressure and diabetes. Every Wednesday, I spent some time at Bowen Teaching Hospital collecting data from patients via questionnaires. Dressed in a simple shirt tucked into a trouser with a tie adorning my neck and ward coat as overall, I called patients to our ” office”, asked series of questions while penning down the answers and giving them advise at the same time. These patients most times said among other things ”my doctor”, ”yes doctor”, ” sir, doctor”.
To me, those words were like currents passing through my head as I beamed with smile and respond to them in a way that would make them want to spent more time with me.” Now imagine if I was putting on a casual dress, the patients would neither listen to me nor accord the respect I enjoyed.
In medicine and health sciences just like any other profession, dress code does not only make one look good, it also affords one some respect the society place on the profession we represent. We identify thugs and lunatics by their dress too.
PS: Looking good has nothing to do with expensive dress, a young man well dressed in a simple attire is a cyanosure of all eyes.