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EPISODE 2 Dr. Ehis walked swiftly and confidently towards the woman. ‘E gbe wa’  ‘E gbe si ori bed yen’ ‘Nigba wo lo ti bere si n se giri?’ (When did this start?) ‘Nurse, please give me 5mg of IM Diazepam and pink/blue IV line’ He gave the injection. The child began to calm down. He set up the intravenous access. ‘He motioned to Fola. ‘Guy, abeg help me withdraw Phenytoin.’ ‘Errh…ok’ Fola was lost. It wasn’t like he hadn’t seen or participated in the management of any patient with febrile seizures while in medical school but here he was…acting like a stupid fellow. He shook his head. Knowledge of Kasabach-Merritt or Beckwith-Wiedemann syndrome wouldn’t help him here. He chuckled. He withdrew the Phenytoin and gave it IV slowly. The child had dramatically improved. His phone was ringing. He searched his pocket. It could be the SR! Uh…Bunmi??? Why was she calling him? He reminisced, his first love. His heart skipped a beat. She had br

What are the issues we have to face when the membranes of our dreams are prematurely ruptured? Ecclesiastes 3:1 There's an opportune time to do things, a right time for everything on the earth: Very often, we are eager to display our gifts, our talents and the dreams inherent in us. In the process, it is indeed possible to ignorantly or over-zealously do things that would culminate in the premature births of our hearts’ progeny. Unfortunately, prematurity is indeed one of the greatest contributors to the mortality accrued to both fetuses and goals. When it ain’t time, one of these might just hasten the death of one’s dreams: 1    1.      FORCE: “A right time to wage war and another to make peace.” (Eccl 3:8b) Many times, we think if we’re forceful enough, our dreams will come to pass. But have we considered our environment, the timing? Sometimes, it’s not force that would bring us to the limelight in our chosen paths, patience might just be needed

Today’s poem is dedicated to all the lovers in the house who’ve been looking for the right words to tell the special one how they really feel;  And yes- I know it’s not the 14 th of February.  Enjoy, nonetheless! Heart Cry To the one who makes my heart beat and my head spin: I choose you In the midst of plenty of others, I choose you Passionately, devoid of sound reason Yet I am seemingly unable to hold back Day and night, Refreshing thoughts of you becloud my reason Only one thing stays engraved on my mind, That I was made for this I was made to love you, I was conditioned to choose you In the midst of completely sane choices I make the beautifully insane choice; of you. Thanks for reading! Stop by next week Monday for more prose and poetry. Comments? Would love to hear them!

EPISODE 1 Linda was outrightly dejected. She had gotten to the notice board only to see that the aggregate score attached to her matriculation number was just a little over her biological age. And she had just clocked 21! She had spoken to her dad this morning before class. ‘My doctor’ , he’d called her. ‘I’m so proud of you.’ If only he knew. If only they knew! It wasn’t like she was a bad student, she sincerely put her best into studying her books. Burnt the midnight oil. Paced the floor when she felt sleepy. Jumped up a few times, till she discovered that this technique wasn’t made for her- vertigo was beginning to set in! ‘Babe.’ ‘Babe!’ She turned back to face Tolu. ‘We are going to Pharmacology lab o. 500l students have bounced us from the class’  ‘Dr James is waiting for us there.’ She had been standing in front of the notice board, motionless. Tolu came nearer and held her hands. ‘Don’t worry ehn, shebi its just in-course, you can make up for

There is an arbitrary line, which once you cross, you know in your heart that you can’t step back. This is for those of us who have crossed that line and now, are somewhere betwixt full fruition and total loss… ‘If I did not dream, it would have been acceptable, If I didn’t nurse these thoughts to maturity, I would be flawlessly faultless, And if I had used adequate contraception to intercept this zygotic dream, this musing would be absolutely unnecessary, But the truth is, right now, I have lost the right to give up and as a matter of necessity, I have to reach the other line- the finish line. In and out of the labour ward, that has to be my future route. Now whether or not there’d be an after party, that’s seemingly irrelevant. Provided my baby is born! And although, like hyperbaric oxygen, the O ₂ of fierce thoughts roll through  my mind at an extremely high pressure, I have to stand. And yet, if a lumber puncture is done on my mind, there is a signif

Nothing stays the same, and you can almost always count on things to get worse before they get better. We observe the wind, the clouds and brilliantly study meteorology but many times, it seems a little difficult to tune into and quickly adapt to the changing seasons in different portions of our lives. And truly, with all the emotional attachment we’ve had to each peculiar season, it is indeed hard to pack our bags and just move on. Hair cells undergo drastic changes; from anagen (growth) to catagen (involution) to telogen (shedding) phases. The anagen phase is usually the longest for most hair cells, as about 90% of them are in this phase for at least 3-5 years. Therefore, it serves as a rude shock when involution and shedding of the cells begin to occur. Such rude shock waves may seem to permeate our spaces and here are a few tips to help us survive the telogen phases of our lives and re-launch into the anagen phases: 1.     1.  Get out of circulation! The best t