​MedSchoolWeekly: #01 Back to school!

Hi guys, so before resuming back to school this week to start a new semester I was fumbling with the idea of starting a Youtube channel and vlog my Nigerian med school experience but then, if you’ve known me for a while you’d know that I don’t exactly love to be in the public eye and besides that I am one of those people that like to keep my social media engagement and usage to the minimum. Also, I considered that I already run a blog, and since I prefer writing to talking really, why not just blog my med school experience. 

I haven’t figured out how it’s going to go yet but I guess I’ll just tell you guys about my week and some of the challenges of being a medical student in Nigeria. If you like the idea, please let me know in the comments so I don’t seem like a total retard lol. 

After five months of being forced to stay home and not learn by the government, school finally resurrected from the grave on Monday. Many did not believe this would actually happen so school was kinda santy on Monday, but then news always spreads like wildfire on campus so by Wednesday, school was school again buzzing with life and some people were already starting to get jaded by how much work was waiting and calling and basically falling down on us like rain. 

If there’s anything you should know about my returning to school it is that I now cohabit with a rat, a fearless one, might I add. I have been trying to kill it for an entire week and I have failed. Not to worry, I got its baby. I know, I know if there’s one baby that means there are others. They are all going to die this coming week. Also when I arrived, I was terrified to find that my room has been colonized by cockroaches. They were everywhere. I have killed about a million just this week. I am dead serious. And no, there’s nothing funny about it, anyway, you probably aren’t reading this so you can hear about all the pests in my room but you should know that all these things are also a part of the Nigerian student experience. No joke. 

We (year 2 med students) haven’t had any classes so I haven’t seen most of my classmates, but I’ve seen my close friends and we weren’t all screams like most people were (rolling my eyes). Notwithstanding we have some practical classes scheduled for next week and you never know, we might have classes too. The thing about my school, or should I say the medicine department in my school is that we don’t have an official timetable. So say we have class tomorrow, what usually happens is the lecturer will call the class rep and the class rep will get the message to us via whatsapp. I know, poor. But then again you tend not to expect so much from them. That’s a story for another day.

You might be wondering what I did all week then, well first I had to clean my room. Which is kinda an everyday thing. It starts to look like its old self the more I inhabit it. Second I started studying because we already have a Histo/Embryo in-course* scheduled for next week or the week after that and I intend to nail it but then that’s the less pressing reason. The more important reason is that my MB part 1 exam is like six months away. Yup, sounds like a lot, and it is, so I’m trying to get ahead and just be super prepared. I had a lot of study group sessions with my friend, tm, and that helped cement some things in my brain. I also read a lot of non-school books this week which is weird. I actually sorta feel guilty. I did study a lot too tho. Network is lowkey terrible where I live so I haven’t been on the internet as much and that has been good for me. 

I got the result of the very first in course I did in med school this week too (I’ve done 3 so far). It wasn’t great. It wasn’t too bad either. Just average. I felt like crap for all of one hour or so and got back to work. More determined than ever really. I also got a laptop this week. Yay! Thank you Jesus! Thank you daddy and mommy! She is snow white and I named her Zoey. I guess I don’t need to tell you that I love her, but if you were wondering, the answer is yes. I love her remarkably much.

What’s the most important thing I learnt this week? Just get it done, it doesn’t have to be perfect, the fact that you did it and did it to say an 80% is success. Move on to the next task. 

Next week is going to be way busier, this I know. Wish me luck with killing the rat and have the weekend you so desire.

*In-courses are like (super-intense) inter-semester exams that make up about 30% of your overall grade. We’re supposed to have about 4 or 5 per semester in each preclinical course. That’s anatomy, biochemistry and physiology.


Treasured Excerpts from John Green’s Turtles All The Way Down

You remember your first love because they show you, prove to you, that you can love and be loved, that nothing in this world is deserved except for love, that love is both how you become a person, and why.

She turned to her computer, shook her mouse to wake it up, and then clicked an image on her desktop. “I want to share something Virginia Woolf wrote: ‘English, which can express the thoughts of Hamlet and the tragedy of Lear, has no words for the shiver and the headache. . . . The merest schoolgirl, when she falls in love, has Shakespeare or Keats to speak her mind for her; but let a sufferer try to describe a pain in his head to a doctor and language at once runs dry.’ And we’re such language-based creatures that to some extent we cannot know what we cannot name. And so we assume it isn’t real. We refer to it with catch-all terms, like crazy or chronic pain, terms that both ostracize and minimize. The term chronic pain captures nothing of the grinding, constant, ceaseless, inescapable hurt. And the term crazy arrives at us with none of the terror and worry you live with. Nor do either of those terms connote the courage people in such pains exemplify, which is why I’d ask you to frame your mental health around a word other than crazy.”

“I’m really not looking to date anyone.” I know people often say that when secretly looking for a romantic partner, but I meant it. I definitely felt attracted to some people, and I liked the idea of being with someone, but the actual mechanics of it didn’t much suit my talents. Like, parts of typical romantic relationships that made me anxious included 1. Kissing; 2. Having to say the right things to avoid hurt feelings; 3. Saying more wrong things while trying to apologize; 4. Being at a movie theater together and feeling obligated to hold hands even after your hands become sweaty and the sweat starts mixing together; and 5. The part where they say, “What are you thinking about?” And they want you to be, like, “I’m thinking about you, darling,” but you’re actually thinking about how cows literally could not survive if it weren’t for the bacteria in their guts, and how that sort of means that cows do not exist as independent life-forms, but that’s not really something you can say out loud, so you’re ultimately forced to choose between lying and seeming weird.

It’s quite rare to find someone who sees the same world you see.

But“The problem with happy endings,” I said, “is that they’re either not really happy, or not really endings, you know? In real life, some things get better and some things get worse. And then eventually you die.”

Daisy laughed. “As always, Aza ‘And Then Eventually You Die’ Holmes is here to remind you of how the story really ends, with the extinction of our species.”

I laughed. “Well, that is the only real ending, though.”

“No, it’s not, Holmesy. You pick your endings, and your beginnings. You get to pick the frame, you know? Maybe you don’t choose what’s in the picture, but you decide on the frame.”

People always talk like there’s a bright line between imagination and memory, but there isn’t, at least not for me. I remember what I’ve imagined and imagine what I remember.

Whether it hurts is kinda irrelevant.

Stewardship, Not Dissociation.

Because Bukunmi made me remember this and see that I’ve gotten better with how I spend my time on social media.

Omooba, The Nerdy Nerd.

I was listening to Maira Popova (Founder of Brain Pickings) being interviewed on this podcast and she said something that sent my mind on a race of piecing thoughts just fighting each other for space. It was quite sporadical. Just these ideas coming together in my head. I can’t remember the exact words but it went something like this; people say social media is harmful, it is but then we, that believe we know better, if we truly know better are to steward it and draw people to the beauties beyond it and the depth of life. I am paraphrasing, of course. 

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Cultivating Good Relationships

Welcome with open arms fellow believers who don’t see things the way you do. And don’t jump all over them every time they do or say something you don’t agree with—even when it seems that they are strong on opinions but weak in the faith department. Remember, they have their own history to deal with. Treat them gently. For instance, a person who has been around for a while might well be convinced that he can eat anything on the table, while another, with a different background, might assume he should only be a vegetarian and eat accordingly. But since both are guests at Christ’s table, wouldn’t it be terribly rude if they fell to criticizing what the other ate or didn’t eat? God, after all, invited them both to the table. Do you have any business crossing people off the guest list or interfering with God’s welcome? If there are corrections to be made or manners to be learned, God can handle that without your help. Or, say, one person thinks that some days should be set aside as holy and another thinks that each day is pretty much like any other. There are good reasons either way. So, each person is free to follow the convictions of conscience. What’s important in all this is that if you keep a holy day, keep it for God’s sake; if you eat meat, eat it to the glory of God and thank God for prime rib; if you’re a vegetarian, eat vegetables to the glory of God and thank God for broccoli. None of us are permitted to insist on our own way in these matters. It’s God we are answerable to—all the way from life to death and everything in between—not each other. That’s why Jesus lived and died and then lived again: so that he could be our Master across the entire range of life and death, and free us from the petty tyrannies of each other. So where does that leave you when you criticize a brother? And where does that leave you when you condescend to a sister? I’d say it leaves you looking pretty silly—or worse. Eventually, we’re all going to end up kneeling side by side in the place of judgment, facing God. Your critical and condescending ways aren’t going to improve your position there one bit. Read it for yourself in Scripture: “As I live and breathe,” God says, “every knee will bow before me; Every tongue will tell the honest truth that I and only I am God.” So tend to your knitting. You’ve got your hands full just taking care of your own life before God. Forget about deciding what’s right for each other. Here’s what you need to be concerned about: that you don’t get in the way of someone else, making life more difficult than it already is. I’m convinced—Jesus convinced me!—that everything as it is in itself is holy. We, of course, by the way we treat it or talk about it, can contaminate it. If you confuse others by making a big issue over what they eat or don’t eat, you’re no longer a companion with them in love, are you? These, remember, are persons for whom Christ died. Would you risk sending them to hell over an item in their diet? Don’t you dare let a piece of God-blessed food become an occasion of soul-poisoning! God’s kingdom isn’t a matter of what you put in your stomach, for goodness’ sake. It’s what God does with your life as he sets it right, puts it together, and completes it with joy. Your task is to single-mindedly serve Christ. Do that and you’ll kill two birds with one stone: pleasing the God above you and proving your worth to the people around you. So let’s agree to use all our energy in getting along with each other. Help others with encouraging words; don’t drag them down by finding fault. You’re certainly not going to permit an argument over what is served or not served at supper to wreck God’s work among you, are you? I said it before and I’ll say it again: All food is good, but it can turn bad if you use it badly, if you use it to trip others up and send them sprawling. When you sit down to a meal, your primary concern should not be to feed your own face but to share the life of Jesus. So be sensitive and courteous to the others who are eating. Don’t eat or say or do things that might interfere with the free exchange of love. Cultivate your own relationship with God, but don’t impose it on others. You’re fortunate if your behavior and your belief are coherent. But if you’re not sure, if you notice that you are acting in ways inconsistent with what you believe—some days trying to impose your opinions on others, other days just trying to please them—then you know that you’re out of line. If the way you live isn’t consistent with what you believe, then it’s wrong.

Romans 14:1‭-‬23 MSG

This chapter in the bible just changed my life. Like wait what? Sooooo many wow/woah/waaaawu moments

Cover Photo by Oluchi 🙂

Unsocial Media

Journey through my Journal

Social media – “connecting” you to people on the other side of the world but not in the same room.

When did we start living through a screen? When did we start placing more importance on our social media “presence” than our actual presence? Our filterless, flawless and fabulous selves. Our lying on the couch in our sweatpants eating sour lollies loveable selves. The answer is irrelevant, what matters is where do we go from here? We weren’t taught how to cope with this devotion to self-promotion at school. There was no “how to survive without social media 101” or “how to love and accept yourself as a real person, not a profile 102”.

Do we continue to scroll through mindlessly judging, regretting, wishing and fantasising while staring blankly at a screen? With no external expression of emotion visible beside the occasional LOL from a good meme. We all do it…

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An Open Letter To My Future 12-Year-Old Child

First written: 28/11/16

Hey baby.

I’ll try not to sound not too old school, though I’ve always liked old school.

You know, I never really wanted to have kids. It’s something that has always scared me senseless. But your dad, being the embodiment of incredible, he made having kids, having you, something grand—something I didn’t want to miss out on. I hope that you are more like him, than you are like anyone. Except Jesus. Not to worry, you’re safe following daddy, I don’t know another that follows Jesus as genuinely and faithfully.

I wanted to talk to you about something, about many things actually,  maybe even everything. Maybe you won’t get it now, at 12, but you need to be told now. And many will disagree and say you are too young, but you are mine. God gave me you. And I will love you best I can. This world we live in, it’s broken. Like Lego blocks all over the place and so many people want to fix it yet they don’t want the inventor’s instructions. They want to do it their way, and get the inventor’s results. I know, sounds like a pretty wack plan to me too but it’s where we live and so we need to confront it and be informed.

I want your mind to be sharp. I want you to pick up books and read, not to have an opinion but to see—see beyond your nose, see a little farther still.  I want your mind to become soil, fertile soil, for culture shifting revolutions. And for this to happen, you will need to be exposed. Society is wired towards a sickened love for self. A crippling love for self. A love that says I must have what I want when I want it and how I want. And that love, that flaw, has led to many terrors in the human community.

One of such contagious terrors, are the perversions that come with sex. I pray to God that this is the first time you are hearing that word, at least in this context. I want to be the one who tells you about it. Sex is when a man and a woman are deeply intimate with each other with their bodies, especially their gentials and also with their souls. I know that you might pretend like you don’t want to hear this stuff or might be shy to talk about it, but I’m also sure that you are curious and you want more information than that little sentence up there. You need to trust me when I tell you that’s all there is to it. That is all. Any extra information, will only stir your urges before the right time. When your friends start to talk about this (and they will) and you begin to feel like the novice, think about this moment, this words, and how much weight they hold. Believe me when I say, you don’t need to know more that this. Not right now. I want you to know that sex is good. God made it, for us to enjoy and in so doing bring glory to His name. Look at it like this, when you watch the sunset, what comes to you mind? I know what goes on in mine. I go oh my, how lovely, how totally amazing this is, there has to be a genius God who made this. That’s what captures my mind. That there is God, and he made this. And in a way I see Him through that. And I feel a glint of His beauty, I don’t have a choice but to give Him credit, somehow. Even if I don’t say it directly. It’s the same way with sex. It’s this beautiful thing God has made, that we might see Him through. That we might enjoy Him through. It’s beautiful inside God.

But the world is so psyched by it, sex, that they’ve distorted the image. We no longer see God, we see ourselves. And because we will never truly be happy if we don’t see God, distorting the image only harms us more in the long run. We will never be satisfied.  I’m telling you this because I know liars are lining up at the door step of your ears. I know they will try to tell you otherwise. And you will be tempted to listen, but take strength from the truth you know now and stand firm.

Sex is only beautiful, in marriage, between a man and his wife, pointing ultimately to the goodness and mastery of God. It’s something special.  Something amazing. Over the next few years, more than ever before you will see sexuality displayed openly, without regard, and you will wonder what the point is. The point is this love, your joy is at stake. True joy, yours, is at stake. Because only God can satisfy. Not sex. Not human adoration or attention. Only God.

Many of the people you will know, and might even be close to will become addicts of something called pornography, movies of people engaging in sex. They will have their minds invaded and polluted and it will take years for them to ever get their minds back, if they do at all. There’s guilt, there’s shame, there’s hurt, there’s depression, there’s self loathe. And while they engage in this they might seem alright, they might even seem happier than you. Don’t be fooled. In the dark corners of their rooms, they cry and get sick of it all. Don’t fall into that trap. Guard your eyes, heart and mind. Don’t let your curiosity get the better of you. Look away, they are many other wonders of the world to get your mind rapped around. You must keep your mind yours. Don’t open doors to things that will control you. Take responsibility and be in control.

Never forget that all things are yours. All things have been given to you by God. You are free. Whatever you don’t have, isn’t really valuable. It’s not just cheap, it’s fake and it will soon fade away. You are so loved. You are so blessed and sometimes you will forget. Tell me, and I will remind you. And as much as I want to be there, and I will when I can, I want you to know that when I am not, God is, and he will never leave. Ever. Take rest in that. Take rest in Him.

Take care of yourself. Take care of your body. No one has a right to touch you, not even only slightly. You are a person of substance. You are important. You are not an object. Sometimes, people that don’t know better will treat you like less, but you must always know better. Don’t let them mistreat you or touch you in obscure places. Say no. Walk away, run away. Shout. Tell me. Write it down till it sticks; You are royalty. One of your kind, rare. First in your lane. Child of God. You are not a toy. No one has a right to you.

I also need to tell you to respect other people. They are not your property. Every human being has value. Value has nothing to do with money. It has to do with simply being,  having a space in time. You must never exert forceful power on anyone. No one owes you anything. Not a kind word, not a smile, nothing. So when someone is good to you be grateful, be very grateful and let them know. And when someone is mean, walk away. They don’t have to be nice to you, it’s not their job. They aren’t at your service. Be humble.

No matter what, talk to me when something is wrong. Talk to me when things are right. Talk to me. And to your dad. Always. Ask your questions. Put them out in the open. Your voice is to be heard, not tucked away. We cannot promise you the best put together answers all the time, but we promise that we love you, more than you will ever know and we are here for you.

All my love, mom.


Thoughts on The Smart Money Woman by Arese Uwgu

Confession: I did not read every word in this book. I read about a hundred pages and skimmed the rest.

I wasn’t able to read it all (page by page) because the book is written like a story and then there are snippets of non fiction at the end of each chapter that point out the actual points of the chapters. I found that layout exhausting because I thought I was being sold a finance book but instead I had a wannabe novel with bits of the info I want to read. I understand what the author might have been trying to do (be interesting, or appeal to a certain audience or add flesh to the book), I guess it just wasn’t for me. I felt like the prose was lazy, the kind of stuff you read in a primary school story book. And maybe I only think this because I am an amateur fiction writer myself. And I am my biggest critic. Nonetheless, the book is a good one for African women, old and young. It just lacks focus. I feel like if Arese had dropped the story telling part and just told us the truth plain and simple, it would be a much better book. 

Another reason I skimmed the rest of the book was because my dad has actually taught me most of the things she was explaining. Which was a surprising and delightful find for me. I knew my dad was smart but like everything someone put in a book, my father has actually been teaching me all the while. Wow. Hashtag respect. I shouldn’t be so surprised tho, my parents survived a whole year without their monthly salaries being paid. Both of them. And they didn’t borrow. And we didn’t go hungry for a single day. I guess that’s what you call financial freedom.

Should you read this book? Yes, definitely. If you’re not a fan of fiction, or particularly the kind of fiction in the book then just skip to the juicey part at the end of each chapter. That’s what I did. Not sorry.

Here’s a quote I like;

​Broke people think it is about how much you earn but rich people know it’s about how much of your income you are able to keep and convert into assets that can provide you with an income in the future.

If you’d like to read this book, leave your email in the comments and I’ll send you the e-copy.