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EPISODE THREE Sometimes, we think we know how we’ll act in certain situations but everyone above the age of fifteen would certainly agree with me that some situations bring out who we truly are. Well, that’s not supposed to be; our characters are meant to dictate what a situation would and not the other way round. Does anyone understand me? Okay, if you don’t; scrap that! That’s a motivational speech for another day. The sight of Ituah made me quick to turn from the treadmill (on which Teju was doing her low-intensity resistance exercise; under my supervision of course) to the back of the cybex machine and luckily for me; there was a door with the tag ‘gents’ just in front of me and I shouted ‘goal ball jor!’ (Well, in my mind). God had certainly made an escape route for me even before the problem arrived. Now, don’t get me wrong… I’m dating just one girl and I’m not the type that does the whole infidelity stuff; it’s damn too stressful and time consuming too. If ther

If you enjoyed the first post, then you need to read this...why not relax, get a drink and read this beautiful piece of fiction. Don't forget to make comments and subscribe. Thank you. ------------------------------------------------------------------- EPISODE TWO Okay! Now I’m back in Lagos; for the weekend and hopefully to work my re-deployment somehow. Well, I have a solid reason and hopefully it will be good enough to fetch what I want. I need redeployment to Lagos on the basis of emotional stress. Does that look like a joke to you? Yes! I mean it—emotional stress. The emotional stress was due to the fact that my social health had suffered severely and I was on the verge of social dysfunction. I mean, I could not function as I should in the society around me. The hospital setting was always busy due to the number of patients we see, the lack of manpower and as expected, all other health practitioners always looked too stressed or too serious to have any fun convers

Hi guys!  This is what happens when you have a sister that writes beautifully... We'd be featuring a new series on the blog by Bola Abioye. This is the first episode. Enjoy, leave your comments and don't forget to subscribe! -------------------------------------------------------------------                            EPISODE 1 ‘Dokita! Fatai’s leg is moving.’ The woman exclaimed in wonder. ‘He has not walked ever since I gave birth to him and this is about the third time I’m bringing him to you, his leg moved! It moved!’ I smiled and said nothing. ‘It’s like you don’t understand. I have been taking him to Baba Faniran since he was two when that witch of a nurse who wanted to initiate my only son gave him an injection that took away his malaria but left him unable to walk.’ The woman continued with her apparent Yoruba tongue struggling to pronounce the English words at each instance. I changed the electrode placement; still along the course of the sciatic nerve, looked u

                           EPISODE 1 ‘Dokita! Fatai’s leg is moving.’ The woman exclaimed in wonder. ‘He has not walked ever since I gave birth to him and this is about the third time I’m bringing him to you, his leg moved! It moved!’ I smiled and said nothing. ‘It’s like you don’t understand. I have been taking him to Baba Faniran since he was two when that witch of a nurse who wanted to initiate my only son gave him an injection that took away his malaria but left him unable to walk.’ The woman continued with her apparent Yoruba tongue struggling to pronounce the English words at each instance. I changed the electrode placement; still along the course of the sciatic nerve, looked up and smiled and before I could call Jack Robinson, she had started to sing: ‘emi la o ni yosi Emi la o ni yosi Ba se fe kori Bee na lori Emi la oni yosi’ I opened my mouth wide agape. I thought this only happened in Nigerian Yoruba movies but coming to serve as the first Physiotherapist ever in