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Message to the Pre-Intern: If you allow it, this Period can be the best period of your life! Why didn’t anyone tell us that this period could be the best period of our lives? Why didn’t anyone tell me that I could absolutely enjoy this time, walking through each day like they are all presents given to me by God, deeply appreciating him for the grace of freedom at this period in my life? I have learned not only how to earn money, but also how to be financially accountable I have learned to treat my gift as a business I have learned to value and cherish my family members, something I wasn’t able to truly learn while I was in school I have learned not to overlook the ‘little’, the ‘insignificant’. I have learned to wake up each morning anticipating the goodies of the day, to go to bed feeling fulfilled that once again, I have put my talents to good use I have learned that there is life outside school, outside medicine, outside what I have ever known.   I have lea...

Week 2 Message to the Pre-Intern: don’t lose hope! Week 2, for me, was 2 months post-induction. This was when the wait began to sink in. You mean I’ve been home for two whole months? By now, I was literally chewing on my fingernails. Don’t get me wrong, I wasn’t scared of getting a space, but I certainly wasn’t confident about any place anymore. That is when I began to write this book. Today is the 12th of September and I sit at the dining table in my parents’ house, typing at 11:27pm (because well, I have an editing job to finish up, but mostly because I don’t have to go anywhere tomorrow morning). If I don’t want to, I don’t even have to take a bath tomorrow morning because well, I can stay indoors all day! (I most likely will stay indoors, except for those few minutes when I step out to buy hot akara for my akamu). I am spent. You know, I have applied to a couple of places now. Let me start with the first: LS Health Service Commission At the State Health servic...

Week 1 It is neither the beginning nor the end; but rather, it’s the beginning of the end and the end of the beginning. You thought it was over? Nope, it just started. I left medical school! On the 7th of July, 2017; I was inducted into the medical profession with so much finesse. You know that feeling you get when you are finally able to accomplish something, great right? Although the celebration seemed larger than life to me (I mean, who are all these people eating my rice?), I managed to get through it- because my kind of celebration is really in a quiet place, by a beach or you know, some really somber place with chocolate and ice cream, and maybe one or two Netflix series (ah ah). I could smell so many opportunities in the air, you know. I was sure that I would have started housemanship by September- dead sure. In fact, I already had a couple of leads and I was simply waiting to get my ‘papers’ ready- my MDCN documents. Getting space wasn’t something I pondered over; I...

Hello guys!!! Its been such a long time, miss me? Between the last time I posted on my blog and now, so much has happened, some of which I'd be sharing with you all. I'm unveiling a new blog post series titled 'Wannabe Intern'. By the time this series is published on my blog, I must have started my housemanship/ internship (or it will be the first week of January 2018), but I am writing it anyway, because I hope it helps someone, I hope it guides someone along their path and gives them hope (Damn, why am I using the word ‘hope’ so much?). I certainly hope you can relate to it and laugh through it as well! Dark comes before the light. You’ll be tempted to give up, don’t do it! P.S: (This particular step might or might not be fun for you, depending on your fun radar and if you think it’s cool to laugh about yourself and stuff). Get a notebook, as there’ll be work sessions after each day’s devotional styled article. The goal is not just to g...

Hey guys! November is here already. Here's wishing you a great month, with lots of love; Peju.

EPISODE FIVE ‘Mum, who called you this time again?’ I finally asked. ‘Oh… Charles, that’s what matters to you now right. What matters to you is if it’s Prophet Jabesh or Prophet Judas that called me?’ Then I burst into laughter. I can’t help but wonder why these prophets must bear names as Judas, Jabesh…if you know, you know. Then she changed it for me straight up. ‘Charles, why exactly are you laughing? You know I get scared anytime you get close to that girl and you know that I am at the risk of having stroke with the way my blood pressure rises in little situations.’ There she goes again. My mum gets little information on health precautions and that’s the end. We hear nothing else save what she has learnt in the house for about at least a month. She subscribes to all sorts of health tips on her network and then tries to confirm her newly found information from me. She has several facts on why eating eba, using an onion bulb that has been cut once and use...

                                                                                  EPISODE FOUR ‘Ose! Where is daddy ?’ Ituah asked, throwing both arms apart. ‘Sister, I wonder why you seem to do everything late these days. Anyways, they’ve left!’ ‘Left; left to where?’ I quickly cut in before Ituah could respond as I had become suspicious from his tone. ‘Well, I think Uncle Stanley mentioned Kaduna.’ Ituah jumped up and sat on the floor; her arms folded assuming the position of someone mourning a loss. ‘Ose, Uncle Stanley? What are you talking about; I seem to be the only one in the dark here. You know you can tell me any...

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 conti...

                           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 n...

Chapter 8 Journal entry by Karen Delgado — 9/10/2010 One year anniversary of my surgery date--the date they removed the tumor.  It seems so long ago...so many blessing throughout this past year!!!  (Although much of year beyond school/treatment is a big blur!!) To the girl with her bucket of water placed elegantly on her head, strutting what I considered to be to and fro the street, to the young guy in sunglasses, who had a look- a defining look which I couldn’t define; life seemed to go on at its own pace, me regardless. The doctor’s visit where I was confirmed to have breast cancer remains etched in my memory. I wore a blue shirt. The date of my mastectomy was the 15 th of April, and on this day, it rained cats and dogs. The rain could have been un-related to my mastectomy but it remains as a marker in my mind. I remembered how marshy the roads were, how terribly difficult it was to leave home that morning as I contemplated my fate. The truth i...

Chapter 8 Journal entry by Karen Delgado — 9/10/2010 One year anniversary of my surgery date--the date they removed the tumor.  It seems so long ago...so many blessing throughout this past year!!!  (Although much of year beyond school/treatment is a big blur!!) To the girl with her bucket of water placed elegantly on her head, strutting what I considered to be to and fro the street, to the young guy in sunglasses, who had a look- a defining look which I couldn’t define; life seemed to go on at its own pace, me regardless. The doctor’s visit where I was confirmed to have breast cancer remains etched in my memory. I wore a blue shirt. The date of my mastectomy was the 15 th of April, and on this day, it rained cats and dogs. The rain could have been un-related to my mastectomy but it remains as a marker in my mind. I remembered how marshy the roads were, how terribly difficult it was to leave home that morning as I contemplated my fate. The truth i...

CHAPTER 7 Journal Entry by Karen Delgado- 6/21/2010 'My new picture is of the middle school students, dressed in pink. They are in a 'breast cancer awareness' formation. In another shot, they are in the formation of 2010...the picture was used as the front cover of this year's yearbook.' Small deeds done are better than great deeds planned- Peter Marshall Have you ever felt so indebted to someone that you couldn't say 'thank you', because those two words couldnt adequately capture the magnitude of your indebtedness? Have you ever willed yourself to like something beneath your taste, something otherwise tasteless to you- a bland shirt which you never would have bought if you had enough cash reserve, 'healthy' fish rather than 'unhealthy' chicken- not because you were considering the health implications but simply because you were short on cash? Sometimes, we learn to live in situations and be thankful for them, not beca...

CHAPTER 7 'LABISI: Chronicles of a Breast Cancer Warrior Journal Entry by Karen Delgado- 6/21/2010 'My new picture is of the middle school students, dressed in pink. They are in a 'breast cancer awareness' formation. In another shot, they are in the formation of 2010...the picture was used as the front cover of this year's yearbook.' Small deeds done are better than great deeds planned- Peter Marshall Have you ever felt so indebted to someone that you couldn't say 'thank you', because those two words couldnt adequately capture the magnitude of your indebtedness? Have you ever willed yourself to like something beneath your taste, something otherwise tasteless to you- a bland shirt which you never would have bought if you had enough cash reserve, 'healthy' fish rather than 'unhealthy' chicken- not because you were considering the health implications but simply because you were short on cash? Sometimes, we learn to live...

CHAPTER 6 Journal entry by Karen Delgado — 6/2/2010 ‘Years ago, when I first started teaching middle school, people responded to my new job as if I had accepted the worst possible position.  The truth is, I love teaching this age group!  (I will admit, it wasn't my favorite age group to parent...but working with this age at school is great!) Unfortunately, what so many people see is what is most noticeable--loud, seemingly rude, young adults who "haven't grown up, yet".  The truth is...they have not grown up!  Although they may look like adults...and will grow into lovely, responsible young adults someday...they still have at least one foot in childhood--no matter how tall they may appear!... Although they may not have learned to handle their new-found deep voices...and their awkwardness may come across as rude... they really can be as sweet as most younger children!!!' --------------------------------- ---------------------------------- The eyes are...

Chapter 5 Journal entry by Karen Delgado — 6/11/2011 ‘Just being who they are was enough to keep me going...but they went beyond that---from being "good" for the subs to all types of gifts and acts of kindness… I hope that they learn at least one lesson from all this--that a kind word or being nice to someone may be just the gift that person needs.  When someone isn't as nice as you think they should be...think about how you can be kind--you never know what type of situation that the person may be going through!’ ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- We sleep and wake up, we do not know how. Have you ever wondered, why sometimes we like to stay in the dark? As technology has advanced, so many of those things which were attributed to God’s secrecy were unraveled and with a simple click on your phone, you can find out various things which you didn’t even know in times past. But some...