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There I was thinking 2012 was my year not knowing what was coming in 2013.
2013 was good to me and was definitely my year.

I wasn’t going to write a review of my year because I thought there was nothing to write about (Also, reviews are mainstream) but Habeebah begged me to write this one because at the time I wrote about My 2012, she wasn’t my friend and I hated her guts. This is the first December that were not fighting since we’ve been friends. This one’s for you Biebs!


My 2013 started on a pretty high note, I got back from Christmas holidays in S.A, gained 5kg which I lost while preparing for the barrage of incourses that lay ahead.
Incourses came and went.
Headaches came and went.
Sleepless nights and a shitload of pimples came to stay.

With that, My 2nd professional exams finally came; March 4th. This was a time in my life I can never forget. The brain blocks, my pillars and the resits I was prepared to write. This was the exam that people say; “If you can pass it, you’re already a doctor”. The exam was that tough. It was physically and emotionally drenching.

Thank God I passed. My friends passed too and it was a thing of great joy. I passed with 3 credits in 3 if my 5 courses and for this my daddy gave me a car.

With the end of 300level, Basic Clinical Skills (BCS) programme started and it was like laying the foundation for our clinical experience and it was also a time for getting familiar with the clinical coat. God finally turned my long Labcoat into a short white coat -My long time dream! Glory!


400level clinical rotations were not as chilling/relaxing as a seniors claimed. I loved it nonetheless. Stressful but fun.
I loved theatre sessions, Calls, A&E Calls, Clerking, Clinics, Ward Rounds. Everything. It's only fun when you don't have a resident that means you and doesn't go around asking meaningless questions like I had in surgery.

The hustle for signatures was also part of the fun. Where you have to fake smile at, whine and beg the residents to sign your logbook as a sign of attendance. The hustle was real. Some residents were generous with their signatures. Some other acted as if we were begging them to dish out cheques. But whatever. We made it.

In these seven long months, I learnt a lot of things and I appreciate life more. A quick visit to the hospital wards and you begin to thank God for your life and you begin to wonder what special thing you’re doing that is making you not to be in these people’s shoes because it’s not like you’re better than them. I learnt that;
God is great. The human body is an awesome wonder and is a result of God’s omnipotence and omniscience.

I’m blessed. You are too. If you think your life is bad, you have to see people on hospital beds. You’re blessed that you’re not on a hospital bed somewhere, making people run helter skelter because of you neither are you running helter skelter because of anyone. If you’ve had someone in the hospital before, you’ll understand. Also, I didn’t lose my mother to childbirth or something pregnancy related, when I was born, I was born with an anus and all my body parts complete, I don’t have any anomaly. Visit the children’s ward and see newborns on admission, children with cancer, leukemia and all sorts. There was even a surgery done on a two day old baby. Then you’ll begin to wonder why should children; innocent children have to go through such. Who did they offend?

– On a lighter note, male doctors are heuxes. Surgeons especially. Talking about “tell me where you want to go in this Lagos? I will take you” or “what do you do for fun”. There was this one that collected my surgery exam paper and wrote his number on it. I was like “-_-” When I haven’t even finished clerking my patient and my time was up. Mscheww.

Irony of Life. While you see some people seeking abortions, some others are running up and down spending millions just to get pregnant. This wicked life.

All in all, it was a good year for school.


Bolu turned 1, started walking but hasn’t started saying ‘Auntie Kemi”. We Await.

Bolaji graduated from high school with 6 awards, cash prizes and a Universtiy Scholarship to boot. God willing, he’ll be majoring in Megatronics (God knows what this means) in the University of Cape Town (UCT) come February 2014.
Bayonle interned at an architecture firm and failed to send me money.
Mummy resumed work at the University of Lagos after her 4 year Sabbatical leave.
Daddy became a Jerusalem Pilgrim and his tenure as Rotary president ended.
I have a new mummy. Mrs. Koya
Bose changed schools to Mayflower school Ikenne where they give her beans everyday.
I lost an aunt to a dissected aorta. My she RIP.


I found love. Not the ‘I love him’ kinda love but the ‘too good to be true’ love like ‘why me?’, like ‘are you even for real?’ ‘I can’t believe it’ kinda love. This I found In a man that goes out of his way for me like no one ever has. He makes me happy.
This time around, I’m my boo’s boo and my lover’s lover.

This was my year of friendship. My inner circle – Habeebah, Bukky, Teju & Ife, Dami, Ayodele abbl whom I thank God for. They made the most annoying times fun and made this year a humorous one for me. More upbeat times than I can ever think of.

I made so many new friends, thanks to the new hostel/room and school rotations. Idia’h, Nima’h, Funmi Odulele, Funmi Akinde, Dolapo and many others.

There was a marked decline in my online presence. I’m not sure why but I think it’s because my new hostel has bad network reception. Not like it’s a bad thing.

I turned 20 and had a nice day out with my inner circle. I’m getting old.

Uncle Deolu taught me how to drive amongst other things. Now I can go out in my own without having someone to sit beside me. Except that I put my teddy bear beside me at times.
Got my first Scratch and Bash on the same day. One keke, One Danfo.

I picked up hobbies like cooking and knitting. I’m well on my way to learn how to sew.

Candy Crush became my new addiction. I’m currently on level 327. Level 197 has been my most challenging level. I was stuck there for over three week and when I tried to buy my way out, I lost 1k6. Crien!

I managed to survive the whole year with my tough natural hair without considering getting a relaxer. Not even for once. Now my hair is longer than my relaxed hair of over 6 years.

I read many books of which Chimamanda’s Americanah and Half of a yellow sun and John Grisham’s latest- Sycamore Row were my best.

I watched so many series of which Breaking Bad made my year and I’m imploring you to watch it in case you haven’t.

This wasn’t a year for music but I’ve developed the habit of buying CDs #SupportYourLocalBrand

You see, I had an awesome year with more highs that the lows are not even etched in my mind.
I’m glad that even as the high and mighty are doing their possible best to make Nigeria inhabitable for us, We live!

I’m grateful to God and I’m hopeful for an even joyous 2014!


Hope your 2013 was better than mine!





My friend; Tejumade writes really well and she has decided to grace us today with a review of her 2013.



Errmmm…. I’m not a writer so please just manage this my write-up;


My 2013 started with fear. My 2nd MB was coming up in February and I wasn’t prepared plus I had a great challenge in the 1st MB…. Anyway, my hardest exam in med school came (And yes! What we heard from our seniors was true. It was the most stressful 10 days of my life)…the results were released in April and guess what?! I passed all my 5 papers at ONCE! Most people were surprised at my besty and I because we aren’t exactly the regular medical students (if you know what I mean)…. I can’t even remember the last time I was in the library.

I was soooo happy! In fact, I’m still very much excited.


May came and I was in 400level… Yaay!! The most anticipated year for every medical student but guess what? This time around, our seniors lied. There was no lounging Kankan! There was a particular day I was in the theater for over 24hours!

Obs&Gynae came and I witnessed so many caesarean sections (CS) and Spontaneous Vaginal Deliveries (SVD).. It was a really beautiful thing to b part of bringing a tiny cute somebody into the world. In fact, I can perform a delivery now…CS or SVD! Bring it on!

It wasn’t fun all the way though, I lost a patient while ambubagging. She was unconscious and went into multiorgan failure but I still had hope she was going to survive and I had to announce the time of death…

There was also this lady who walked into the Gynecology clinic; About 5”9, very fair, probably a 40DD with mighty hips. A graduate who finished with a first class. One of the kind of people that you pray to never come across your boyfriend. But guess what? She had never menstruated and she was 24!… The wicked registrar I was assigned to that day told me to break the news that she was never gonna have a baby to her..felt terrible doing it.


Many a time, I was harassed by the male doctors..

“Why do you have come to bed eyes?”

“This your mouth is for kissing”

“Why are you this fair?”
“Are you a virgin?”

“Are you sure you’re for medicine or modeling?”

I hated it all especially when it got down to; “Will you be in your hostel tonight?”

“I’ll love to take you out”

There was even a day I was crying because one registrar asked for my number.

Well, as time went on I got to like it because I could use them to fill my logbook. Don’t call me a user.


Pediatrics came and I made up my mind that it was going to be my specialty after school. I just really want to help kids and make money too (of course). Plus people that know me know that I’m soooo skinny and tiny. I look 13 so lemme kuku help my sizes.. lol


Medicine rotation came up and it was boring! So let me forward to surgery.

The almighty surgery came and it was very stressful but mehn I loved every bit of it! From helping the registrars in the emergency room in doing the ATLS to doing nephrectomies, herniorraphies, circumcisions, stabilizing fractures, and intussusceptions to  the Tutorials with Dr. Osinowo (I have a serious crush on him)…It was fun all the way. Shout out to the best registrar ever! Dr. Ogbeide (@sazzywazzy).., Surgery rotation made me realize that if I ever end up marrying a medic, it’s gonna be a surgeon.


Apparently, I did 3 classes in one year. 30, 400 and now, 500.

Finally in 500level and I have gone from having 5year seniors in school to having just one. Supercool shey!


2013 taught me so many things but my main lessons were;

  • Being healthy is not a right, It is God’s will. Since I start going to the hospital I realized that the people on sick beds did not choose to be that way. So I’ve been doing less of complaining and more of appreciating.
  • Also, the courage and wisdom to know when to let go. I understood what love is really about. When you love someone and the person loves you back and then love chooses to leave, don’t force it, just let go. There is a reason for everything and time will tell BUT time itself will choose the moment. Love is truly a gift that comes and goes. Also, You DO NOT choose love, love chooses YOU.
  • Expectation is the beginning of problems. Never expect anything from anyone so you don’t get disappointed. Even yourself! You never know what you’re capable of doing.!
  • Patience. I was too impulsive, but now, I calm down, think and then act.


I want to thank God for having amazing friends who are always stupid even when things are supposed to be serious; Bukky, Ife, Kemi, Habeebah & Bibi.

Although 2013 was full of ups and downs, It was by far my best year ever…


As for resolutions, I’m not making any! I broke the last ones before January 10th but im gonna make sure I have fun everyday of 2014. Afterall, you only live once!




My Pops writes so well, I think I’m just gonna open a blog in his name instead of letting him steal my shine. This post was obviously from the bottom of his heart…

I am in the medical profession today because of my
admiration for the art and science of the profession. I was
very sickly as a little child in Lalupon and still retain
the vivid memory of my frequent visits to Dr. Okonkwo who
had a spacious compound where he was attending to us! He
must have been a quack from his recommendation of enema for
every sick person. I got to know of use of enema following
the use of some worm expellers in Medical School and before
then I found the use of enema a common practice among the
Ibos to sanitise their gut just as they also believe,
till today, that you can use the drip to wash your blood!
All the same, Dr. Okonkwo was very dilligent in his duty and
some us are alive today by his grace. He was my first
inspiration for medicine. “Maku”, a potent hepatotoxic,
nephrotoxic and neurotoxic concoction was the only subtitute
to his treatment.
If there is anything that I remember happened in the wake of
the civil war, it was the sad and sudden disappearance of
Okonkwo and his entire household. His vast compound was left
to dilapidate.

In my early days (1974-76) at Lagelu Grammar School, Ibadan,
my occasional visits, on our outing days from the boarding
house, to Alexander Brown Hall, hall of residence for
Medical Students at Yemetu reinforced my inspiration. My
cousin Dr. Fola Ajiboye was then a clinical student.
There was marked difference in the environment and the
conduct of medical students when compared with other
students in University of Ibadan.

As a practicing doctor, I found a mentor in Dr. Oluyombo
Awojobi, a practical, pragmatic and highly principled
surgeon and the motivator, founder and force behind Awojobi
Clinic Eruwa, ACE, in the Ibarapa Division of Western
Nigeria. He is a force to reckon with in Primary and Rural
Surgery the World over. Among those things that endears this
colossus to me is his integrity and deep respect for the
Hippocratic Oath! He also has a lot of respect for tradition
a la Yoruba!

Nigeria Medical Association, our main professional body and
a trade union of some sort is one body I must confess that I
have found difficult to understand its role especially
lately. Is it a regulatory body in which case it will be
usurping the powers of the Medical and Dental Council of
Nigeria, MDCN?
Is it an investigative or law enforcement body like SSS or
the police? Is it a whistle blower or informant to the

Since I became a doctor,I have not seen any significant mark
the NMA can point to that it has made either to the benefit
of the doctors or the health sector in general other than
incessant strikes that have never achieved any of its goals.
A toothless bulldog, it has no control over the militant
NARD. Most embarrassingly, the board of MDCN remains
dissolved for over two years and NMA is comfortable with it!

I have aways seen the NMA executive as a platform to seek
political recognition and posts. It is never surprising that
the crop of trade unionists in the executive hardly put
together a practice that can benefit other doctors.

When in May 2013 or thereabout, I was told that NMA ventured
into “investigating” Dr. Awojobi’s practice,
I knew it has set itself on a path of self destruction. While the
result of the investigation was not made known to even
Awojobi himself, the aim of the visit was already being
drummed by the enemies of progress! It was not surprising
therefore to read two days ago that NMA deposed to an
affidavit that it had found that Awojobi had not renewed his
practicing license for ten years and was therefore handed
over to MDCN Investigative Panel. No mention was made of the
tremendous positive contribution of Awojobi’s practice to
medical profession in terms of training, research,
innovation and service delivery! This is a clear case of
witch hunting! One Dr. Ana, in his write up surreptitiously
referring to Awojobi could not hide his feeling.

Of all the evils plaguing medical practice and the health
sector in general, this is the only issue that has
gained the attention of NMA. Happily enough, it is not an issue bordering on integrity, malpractice or negligence! I wonder how many quacks have
so been reported by NMA or is NMA myopic to this worrisome
issue bedeviling our society?

While I’m not out to hold brief for Awojobi who must have
his reasons for failure to renew his license, NMA should be
seen to be on the side of the people! I wonder what
the vast clientele of ACE, countless beneficiaries,
including my humble self, of its benevolence and pragmatism
can rise up to do in defense of the saviour of a vast rural
community, an advocate and defender of Primary Healthcare
per excellence and a true “Nigerian Surgeon” renowned
globally . While NMA may rely on the Court of Law, the
Peoples’ court is waiting to judge while the court of God is
preparing as the final arbiter!

How I wished the NMA executives had subjected this action of
theIrs to Rotary’s 4-Way Test and see what the score
is. This is definitely an ill wind that will blow no one any
good! If anything, it will only serve to expose the pettiness
and treachery of those we are trusting with leadership and
bring to the fore the fast rising stardom of Awo J.

This is a litmus test for NMA and Medical Profession in
Nigeria. The music, albeit melancholic, has just started, we
shall see who dances better!

Olubayo Adesola Windapo is my name. My friends call me
Windy! I have spoken and no regrets.

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Enema- Passing of liquid through the anus to aid evacuation of the gut
Hepatotoxic- Harmful to the liver
Nephrotoxic- Harmful to the Kidneys
Neurotoxic- Harmful to the central nervous system

PS. I’m looking forward to Sometime next year when I’m gonna be learning at Dr. Awojobi’s feet.
Hopefully, the NMA would’ve cut the BS by then.

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Lome here I come!
These assimilated French people will never cease to amuse and amaze me with their lay-back attitude!
Despite the fact that Lome has expanded structurally, the people remained the same slow and sluggish in their mien even at these jet and computer ages! I remember in 1977 as a school boy, our guide, a french national on internship at the French Embassy in Lagos told us we were being too smart for the environment. The Summer Vacation camp of 1977 organised by the French Embassy for deserving students left an indelible memory and some of the exploits actually shaped my life. One enduring memorabilia of the camp, a rare school bag on which is written “chez nous au Togo”, meaning Togo, our Fatherland or Home, still hangs somewhere in my room to date. The phrase expressed the pride and faith of the Togolese in their country which they hold dearly. You dear not mention the name of the then maximum ruler anyhow without being challenged. We were opportuned to witness the reverence they have for their ruler and country as demonstrated nationwide on the 30th August(Trente Aout)-it was a rare carnival-like display of loyalty better witnessed than imagined!

Lome, in 1977, was a little better than a big village with Hotel de la Paix, said to be owned by our own General Gowon, being the most remarkable edifice around. The whole country could not boast of any University. The highest institution of learning then was Ecole D’Agriculture, Tove in the northern part of the country. About that time, Lycee de Toquin, a well established secondary school with facilities comparable to those of missionary schools in Nigeria, was being upgraded to what now stands as L’Universite du Benin.
It was in Togo that I cut my teeth in the art of partying and “toasting”. It was there I noticed that there’s a marked difference in the social outlook of the English and French speaking West African countries! While the English exhibit some restraint, the french throw caution into the wind in enjoying themselves.

Today, the story is different and levels have changed significantly. Gigantic buildings now dot the city of Lome with unimpressive skyline. Sadly, the hitherto magnificent Hotel de la Paix is now completely run down reminiscent of Hotel Bobby before the take over by LASG. Of note is the wisdom the authority to preserve their waterfront/shoreline for impressive hotels and resorts comparable to what obtains in Mombassa Kenya! Trust Nigeria where places like that have given way to new estates and city projects- it is all about money and blind-folding corruption with no thought of value added to quality life.
Social activities especially the night life seem to have been overtaken by the Naija experience. Commercial activities are booming with significant patronage from Big Brother Nigeria-a reversal of the situation of the 70s.
Unlike what obtained then, most billboards now advertise one product or service rather than eulogising the president.

Going to Lome posed the challenge of choice of means of transportation. With going by sea ruled out, one is left to choose between road and Air.
I chose to go by air. All the overtures made by my friends to convince me to change my mind would not work- once beaten, twice shy! Unargueably,
Lome to Lagos is not as distant as Ilorin to Lagos but the impediment created by the international border agents can be nauseating as much as they can be frustrating making nonsense of what should be an enjoyable Atlantic coastal drive with lots of sight seeing! In 1977 we had a good time driving through the borders with our brown West African passports affixed with ‘lessez passez’. Our various guides did not allow us to know what trouble they were going through and what level of corruption was being engaged in to secure our passage! In 1993, I went to Ghana in my VW 1600 with a lot of hassles at the various borders. Aflao border posed a special challenge as it was closed due to a diplomatic rift between Togo and Ghana. After some wads of naira and franc cfa notes changed hands, a border agent led us through a cultivated farmland to get to Ghana. As my beetle was tossing up and down over the ridges, my car caught fire under my father-in- law sitting at the “owners” corner. The battery terminals were bridged by the seat meshwork. As ‘you can’t kill the beetle’, I rushed to do the needful and the adventure resumed.
My recent experiences gathered in the course of our Cotonou sojourn sealed my aversion for road trip along West African coast. The travails of passengers at the boarders are getting worse by the day and are dictated by the level of corruption in existence.

Air travel, the safest but most dreaded means of transport, the Nigerian experience, to Lome may seem uninteresting because no sooner you take off and the aircraft stabilizes you’ll start descent into Lome, but you will appreciate the trouble you’re saved of when you hear the expected tale of woes from road travelers. My colleagues were not spared despite the ‘indept knowledge’ of the terrain by Adeagbo, their driver!
It would not be a bad idea afterall to see the skyline of another neighbour if only for comparison or to approach the city by air haven made previous visits by road.

The 9th West Africa Project Fair, the main reason for our going to Lome, from the onset showed the laid back ways of the francophone west africans. I could appreciate the frustration of Auntie Bas in getting us accommodation. At this age and time, their hotels are not internet registered such that it was impossible to do any form of electronic fund transfer. It then became cash and carry and first come first served!

More frustrating was the need to pay the registration fee at the conference venue only in local currency of cfa francs with non availability of bureau de change in the vicinity.
The conference bag is just another one containing the usual stuff but this time around, the conference brochure left so much to desire. Most annoying is the blurred picture of our District Governor.

Gbagada missed the cocktail of Friday evening with something more important to the bargain of compensation. Our meeting with RC Lome Zenith which took place at the prestigious and magnificent Sarakawa Hotel was highly successful to be modest. The club took twining to a very serious and well defined level. One cannot but appreciate this with the constant reverberation of the success of our Global Grant project at Cotonou, a project worthy of emulation and a biproduct of our twining with RC Cotonou Palmier. It was gratifying and most satisfying to hear the project being cited as an example at this fair with both clubs becoming reference clubs.

On the whole, the fair was a huge success despite the hiccups encountered here and there. The international partners came in large numbers as compared with what obtained last year. Can you blame them? When gold rusts, what will iron do? When Nigerians don’t feel safe in their own country, what do you expect of foreigners? Here in Lome, everybody feels at home! And you know what! Here at Hotel Copa Cabana, life is so good, no power cut!
An outing to the beach became almost irresistible as we are close to the Atlantic. At the beach it is all fun and no body is worried about how to get back home.

Right now, we are enjoying Lome and we are looking forward to that day when we’ll be proud to shout loudly “chez nous au Nigeria”

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Imagine the [Nigerian] Blogosphere;


Personal blogs like mine, Music Blogs, Food Blogs, Techie Blogs, Literary Blogs, Natural hair Blogs, Linda Ikeji’s Blog (LIB) and Linda Ikeji Wannabes.

Linda Ikeji is my idol! I love how she instigates a lot of stuff without setting herself up. She throws her readers in a limbo, gets views, gets clicks and ultimately gets paid. Brilliant!

Today is not about Linda Ikeji or her minions, I’m on about Linda Ikeji Wannabes and ‘New Generation News/Gossip Bloggers’. I deleted my twitter because someway, somehow, they managed to invade my timeline with all their twitter feed. I dunno how that did it but they grew like weeds with thorns. So many and so annoying.

All of them, obviously hungry for views, obviously hungry for clicks on ads pasted all over their blogs and these blogs without content.
They go about manipulating headlines to lure you into reading drab articles, irrelevant news and all what not.

There was this particular one that broke the camel’s back; I wish I could name this particular blog. Sha, the post was titled “So So and So’s ordeal with a Lagos Big Babe” gleefully, I added the link to my Pocket (Read It Later) thinking that I’ve found correct gist. Only for me to open the post and be very disappointed because the article and the title were like two opposing poles! No correlation!

I was appalled!

I begged The Lord to hold me! He did!

I wonder what happened to writing legit articles, publicize without constituting a nuisance because flooding people’s Timelines only makes them disgusted and repels them from your website. It doesn’t make any sense to draw people to your website under false headings. It’s dishonest and annoying!

Asides the lies, the news they report? So not news worthy! You’ll see stuff like;
-Wizkid’s Girlfriend’s Eyelash Falls off. [Pics]
-Check out Tiwa Savage’s New Nail Polish. [Photos]
– Banky W misplaces signature hat. [Video]
-Toke Makinwa Switches Up Accent + More [audio. mP4. MP3]

And in emergency situations when there are news flashes and stuff, if you visit these blogs at the same time, they would’ve published the same story, No jara or Fisi. THE EXACT SAME THING. Not one comma will be missing. Copy and Paste Journalism I call it. They don’t even verify sources, look into how true the stories are they just go on to post the same thing like a blind population where there is even no man with one eye to reign over them.

No iota of journalism.

It’s a sorry case and it saddens me..

It’s such a shame how people now pride themselves as Journalists/News bloggers because Internet is cheap, to own an internet accessible device is cheap, wordpress and blogspot are free, to own a .com is relatively cheaper, ASUU went on strike for too long and the Unemployment rate is really high.

So we see, not everybody deserves access to the internet and to blog is not by force!



*Cuts Bullshit*

I know every time I go AWOL and on a long sabbatical hiatus, I always come back with a shitload of excuses and promise not to go AWOL on y’all again. This time around, I have no excuses. Maybe I do.

I hope you missed me! 😀

I hope you guys haven’t been missing out on Afoma’s blog. She has a new category called Med Talk. You should check it out if you haven’t. The girl is good. You know how education and internet are better in Ukraine and stoffs. I also hope you didn’t miss out on Lights out over at The Naked Convos

I don’t have a blogroll for nothing y’know?

Surgery Rotation is was ( In uncommon parlance, 500 level Leleyi – I’m in 500 level now guys!) the absolute worst. Even with the ongoing ASUU strike and the Doctors’ strikes that held, my entire being was managed to be frustrated to another world and back. Pediatric Surgery Unit especially; Seeing as they have two ward rounds in one day and they don’t dig latecomers.

Any which way, I made it through even though I didn’t have time to Twitter, Instagram or nothing. How I missed my twitter gist.

Surgery Rotation was nothing but a Signature whore house where the students are prostitutes, the surgeons are the clients and the Secretary Lady in the department of Surgery is the Madamme.

After each activity, the surgeons were meant are chased to ‘autograph’ our log books as a sign of attendance. Some were extremely selfish with their signatures and some others? Not so much. You know, the ‘unselfish’ ones had a higher fan base; Take Dr. @Sazzy_Wazzy for example, Coolest surgeon ever.

The attendance requirements (number of signatures required) were quite steep who woulda believed lazy ol’ me woulda made it. I can proudly say that my Surgery log book is almost the tenth wonder of the world, No weapon fashioned against my logbook shall prosper and No Adam can deter me from writing my finals.

All those fake smiles, Batting of eyelashes, hot chases (Some Surgeons live for the chase) and all what not finally paid off.

I also wanna thank Baba G for always leading me to the right place at the right time seeing as sometimes, I jake as much as 7 signatures in one night and anytime I’m not there, the doctor probably ‘autographed’ a signature or two. It’s probably my charm.

Inasmuch as the hustle for signatures was an adventure somewhat, I wish signatures were not my push factor for going to school. This signature prostitution gives the doctors too much power and puts them on a high horse.

Anywho, I think hope I have a holiday till the new year and I need something to take up my bag. Anything asides being my daddy’s handbag. Suggestions?

Feels good to be back.

How have y’all been?


My dear beloved,
For fear of being a bore and for avoidance of repetition, I refrained from reporting my trip to Esie in the State of Kwara(in Aregbesola’s parlance) in the last few days but for what I watched on a mid-week news Panorama on NTA! How I got watching the program was like ordained because in the first place I’m not a television person and if I must listen to news it will not be on NTA. Secondly It was an awkward time as I was supposed to be getting ready to go for Rotary fellowship.

I have made three trips to Kwara in the last one year and I did report one of them, the first that took me to Ijagbo Offa where PP Lai Abidoye buried his father-in-law. All the three trips were energy sapping as they were backache inducing for the roads that are in a terrible state of disrepair!
The second trip was to celebrate the 80th Birthday of my brother and friend Tunji’s father, Chief Oyeyipo who also prompted my third trip to celebrate his transition to glory and home going shortly before he clocked 81. With the announcement of his death in June,I started sharing that funny belief that 80th Birthday Celebrations serve as samples of funeral ceremonies with the exit of the Celebrant and in effect an assurance for a befitting burial. And hence, the Celebrant gets an earthly assurance for a Glorious Home Going. The home call is invariably a question of when. And usually before the next landmark birthday! Pa Oyeyipo got his call rather promptly!

With my experience of the first two trips , I tried to make a choice of the most advantageous route. Esie is just next to Ooro which in itself is along Ilorin-Jebba road. There are three options from Ibadan. The first and the longest is to go through Oyo, Ogbomoso and Ilorin. The other two routes pass through Oshogbo. The shortest now takes you through Ikirun, Okuku, Offa and AJase-Ipo. Unfortunately, the Kwara aspect of this route up to Ajase is a disaster! Rumour has it that the PDP government in Kwara refused to attend to the road as a way of dealing with the ACN-believing people of Offa! Politics of Vengeance! The third route is as “smooth” as the first but very long making it an Isrealites’ Journey! I’m a Nigerian making a pleasure trip, time is always of essence! It will take one through Oshogbo, Ora in the north eastern part of State of Osun and then Ekiti State and Ooro/Esie!
I settled for the shortest with my mind made up to contend with the rough stretch from Erin-Ile through Offa to Ajase-Ipo.

I’ve dealt with Lagos-Ibadan bit of this trip in a previous write up and nothing has changed to date. However, my ride from Ibadan towards Ife evoked a feeling of anger as I remembered the misnomer of awarding the contract for the expansion of the Ibadan-Sagamu half of Lagos-Ibadan expressway to the same inept contractor, RCC that performed the mess that Aregbesola Government is clearing now on Ibadan-Ife road!

Branching onto Gbongan-Oshogbo road, there are visible and palpable signs leaving no one in doubt that Aregbesola is there to work and is working! I wonder what the opponents have to say when his own campaign office gave way to road expansion within Oshobgo. It is all for the common good! The smoothness of the roads within the state of Oshun, a departure from the past, enhanced my enjoyment of the beautiful music filtering out of the Bose Hi Fi in my wagon and making the long trip generally enjoyable. I particularly enjoyed the messages of late Apala maestro, Ayinla Omowura. He eulogises and reminds me of the great contribution of General Mobolaji Johnson,rtd to Lagos state vis a vis rent edict of 1971. He does the same of Obasanjo in foiling the Dimka coup of February 13,1976 even with the loss of Muritala Mohammed! It is almost unbelievable that in this same Nigeria, a room had been rented for seven naira per month in Lagos! A subtle reminder of incredible naira devaluation over time!

The first sign of my entry into Kwara state was the presence of combined military and police checkpoints! A pleasant surprise however greeted me: all the gullies and rough spots of last year were gone. I started wondering what caused the communal strife that brought about the military presence. It dawned on me that this is another state being governed by a PDP Governor- a theatre of confusion!
From Offa to Ajase Ipo, it is the same old song of rough and dusty roads! Why is Offa, the second largest town in Kwara and host of a Federal Polytechnic, suffering this neglect? Rumour has it that its ordeal is political in origin. The people of Offa continue to associate with the Spirit of Awolowo, an anathema in PDP books and a thorn in its flesh, who had an able lieutenant in Olawoyin, an illustrious son of the soil. A recent court pronouncement for deposition of their ruling monarch, who is single-handedly transforming the town stucturally and creating jobs, may not be unconnected with this vengeance!
Politicians especially of Nigerian stock are superlatively vengeful. I heard Ikirun and Okuku suffered a similar fate in the hands of Governor Bisi Akande, the Chairman of ACN and leading promoter of APC, for not sharing AC ideology! Very unfortunate! One would have expected Oyinlola, however, to take care of Okuku, his home town, in his days but this was not to be. What a disappointment or disaster. This is why I will forever respect Aregbesola who has righted the wrongs of his predecessors of opposing or antagonistic ideologies! To me he is a great leader, a Ghandi of some sort! May Allah grant him long life in good health.

Ooro, the town through which you link Esie, is thinly populated but with an unbelievable skyline! I cannot understand the rationale behind the sighting of magnificent but empty buildings that are so notorious of the town! The owners are either taxi drivers or traders in building materials, wrist watches and clocks in Lagos, Portharcourt or Jos. These Ooro indigenes are very proud and sure of of taking care of any situation with their wealth and hence the cliche “owo ni o je” literarily meaning money will solve it. Esie on the other hand is known for its historical stature! It was in Esie that a whole village was magically transformed into stone! The relics to confirm this story are scattered all over the town and are also in the National Museum there located. I have a tendency to contest this assertion of magical transformation with the theory that there could have lived in that environment some great artist/ sculptors of some unknown civilization! Ephesus in Turkey came to mind! Up till now Archaeologists are still excavating parts of the town buried underground.

A former deputy governor of Kwara state, Pa Oyeyipo’s home going service attracted a large crowd with heavy presence of Kwara state government officials past and serving! I had a good time at the reception which paraded good music food and drinks a la all you can take!
Don’t ask me how and when I got back to Lagos on a weekend of Redeem/Nasfat/Mountain of Fire confusion!

I was still contemplating weather or not to do a write up on this trip when fate got me to the waiting room of my clinic where I was fascinated by this NTA news program showing a long queue of sycophants who went to sympathize with the first lady, Patience Jonathan on the loss of her mother! While I sympathize with her too, I’m reminded of the story of the mouse who frantically warned his colleagues of a looming disaster but was disregarded only to pay dearly for their apathy! That the old lady died in a fatal road traffic accident is an irony of fate? The Yorubas in their unparalleled wisdom have a saying, ” ko si arowa fun eni ti kile-kile pa iya re” with literary translation that there’s no need to pacify a person whose mother was killed by a roller(used for road compaction)! Is it that the roller is speeding or its noise is not enough? Death is a debt we all owe! How, when and where we’ll pay are the questions we cannot answer. But nobody wants to die violently or gruesomely. And this is why we all need to do good and be seen to be doing good especially when we are in the public glare. This is one of the key responsibilities that come with power and authority. Ineptitude in any form is an anathema.
The Jonathans have had and still have everything at their disposal to minimise road mishaps. It is most unfortunate that the worst roads in the country are the Federal roads most especially in the South-East, South-West and South-South except where the state Government takes it up! I’ve travelled far and wide enough to make this statement of fact!
A similar situation was witnessed when armed robbers laid siege on the nation some years back. It was not taken seriously until Iyabo Obasanjo’s convoy was attacked leading to the death of some innocent souls! This is an incident that the Adeifes will not forget in a hurry.
In my micro environment of Bariga sometime in 1995, I had taken the pain to warn the occupants of a building, where there was a deep well without a cover, of impending mishap. This warning remained unheeded until about a year later. A grandson of the landlord, came on holiday from the north, not used to the dangerous terrain, fell into the well and died!
This is a country where anything goes and people are not accountable for misdeeds and life means nothing. The landlord will rot in jail in some other climes!

I hope someone will drum it into Governor Ahmed of Kwara’s ears that the law of Karma is still in operation! Whatever goes round comes round! Like that proverbial mouse, I am warning of looming disasters and I pray that the price of apathy will not be too much for us to pay!

I am Windy. I have spoken and no regrets!

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A local travelogue!

Since I came back from my European tour about 3 weeks ago, I’ve been rescheduling a trip to base, Ibadan, for reasons. I have had to make up for my absence to my patients and with my able assistant and colleague, Omodara being indisposed , it is double trouble! Secondly and more importantly, the first weekend, and indeed any weekend nowadays, of any month on Lagos-Ibadan expressway is a nightmare for nuisances in the name of religion. Redeemers start the crises on Fridays, Fire Fire people continue the furor the following Saturday morning! Nasfat unleash their’s irregularly as if to spring surprises! And God is watching patiently from above!
All of a sudden, the Jonathan Government, haven dealt a deadly blow to Babalakin and his Bi-Courtney, announced the turning of the sod of expansion of the 35 year old death trap. I could imagine the kind of traffic to be encountered with a major road work. Not knowing that I was deceiving myself.

I could have continued to play the postponement game but for the stature Chief (Dr) Benjamin Abimbola Adigun, the Baba Ijo of St. Peter’s Anglican Church, Oluponna in the State of Osun, who invited me, a fellow Christ Youth Follower to his 80th Birthday Thanksgiving on Saturday, the 20th July 2013. He is a former ED of Agip and a foremost Actuary Guru taking seats on the boards of many Insurance and Finance companies! He deserves to be celebrated and off I went on Friday as advance party!

The weather was bright and reassuring when I left my “shop” only to find it drizzling on getting to Berger bridge. From there on, the rain was getting heavier with attendant increase in traffic. It was not heavy enough to hinder business at ‘kara’, the cattle market, constituting the first bottleneck at the ‘U’ turn. A dangerous spot that has recorded a good number of accidents!

Nothing has changed so far on the long bridge despite the palliative measures seen to be put up to free the bridge of flood. One wonders how come a bridge gets flooded! Does this in itself not mean danger to the strength and longevity of the bridge? With the rain coming down in torrents, the flood was unavoidable especially at the distal 300metres of the bridge. The slow moving 4-lane traffic had to merge into one! Shege! A ruthless malam driving a tanker, for whatever reason could not afford to queue behind the smaller vehicles, waded through the murky flood, splashing and spraying the screens of the lesser machines with impunity! We could only jeer at, abuse and curse the bastard as he sped past leaving many miserable.

Less than 2kilometers from the flood, this time, passing Prayer city, it was all dry and sunny! God is great! As I drove on I was watching out for Julius Berger’s men and earth-moving equipments. None was in sight! Can these people be serious at all? Are they yet to be mobilized despite the pomp and pageantry that attended the turning of the sod? I kept wondering.

To someone who has been on a highway in other climes where human lives are valued, ours are simply death traps! With unruly and crazy drivers, especially of commercial vehicles, speeding as if possessed by some blood thirsty demons, with no road signs nor speed limits nor caution, we are only surviving by the mercy and Grace of the Almighty God. I have been on Ohio Turnpike in the USA several times. Fantastic road that spans 200 miles! On it you can be viewing a 50 miles stretch and yet you are not allowed so speed beyond 70miles per hour(120k/hour) with all measures in place to enforce it. That is where there’s order!

I got to Sagamu intersection starving. Even if I wanted to resist it, that was too much not to pay homage at Ibukun Olu Canteen where hot pounded yam was waiting to be served from their kitchen, where the rhythmic sound of mortar and pestle left no one in doubt of the real thing.
Served with “egusi” soup and ‘ogunfe'(goat meat),It was a delightful meal for the day. A cold bottle of Heineken was just right to step it down and for the road!

Getting back on the expressway, I was still picking the stubborn ‘ogunfe’ strands from my ageing teeth when I saw the moderately decorated arena used for the turning of the sod, adjacent to the Abeokuta-Sagamu fly over. Nigeria and a culture of waste! Some millions of naira must have gone into preparing for the unnecessary, wasteful ceremony! I can understand Commissioning of a road project after completion! What if they don’t complete the project as many others? We are living witnesses to the colossal waste and embezzlement of public fund by Ogunlewe and Anenih through FERMA under Obasanjo, just a few years back, on this same road and the adjoining Sagamu-Benin expressway! It can happen only in Nigeria!

It is worrisome and sickening to learn that this expansion project will cost 168 billion naira, that is 1 billon per kilometer! Haba! This can only happen in Nigeria! The same country where there are 9 aircrafts in the Presidential Fleet and none as national carrier! Compared to the USA, which has the state of Texas alone almost the size of West Africa, and their most powerful president only has 2 planes serving him! It is only in Nigeria, where a half baked, semi illiterate wife(nothing first about her) of a lily-livered president will arrogate so much power to herself and call a whole state governor his son and also has the effrontery to take up arms against a world renowned academic and Nobel Laureate!
More intriguing is the Nigerian Democracy! All over the world, democracy is a game of numbers. It is only in Nigeria where a group of 16 claims victory and supremacy over a group of 19! As that is not enough, a group of 5 also claims Majority in a house of 18 members and brazenly attempted to impeach the Speaker! And of course, they got a raw deal for their impunity! Only here in Nigeria!

I was lost in thought and just driving until I got to Ogere trailer park! Another seat of absurdity! I have been driving on the American Highways in the last 16 years, I have not seen a single trailer park or rest area where there’s disorderliness! I ‘ve also been to other parts of the world and had a good feel of their highways too! It is only in Nigeria where parks are provided and trailer drivers arrogantly and flagrantly refuse to make use of the packs and the law enforcers are helpless!

The staggering cost of this project, I believe, must have been tagged to the exigency of the expansion this all important route that provides the link between Lagos and the hinterland and not the actual or a justifiable deal. I hope the cost includes putting in place measures to control the nuisances constituted by religious bodies and lawless trailer parks especially in Ogun state axis. This is the only way the road live up to being called an expressway which it was way back in the eighties.

These and other thoughts got me sick and tired as I drove on. I stopped to buy corn, a delicacy I cherish on such trips but could hardly eat as I ruminated over the type of country we’re in, the type of people we are and the level of injustice pervading the horizon unchallenged!
Are we going to continue like this? Wole Soyinka has lashed out again that the man dies in him who keeps quiet in the face of injustice!

At the Ibadan end of the highway, nothing spoke of the presence of RCC, the second contractor handling the Sagamu-Ibadan half of the highway, a firm known for ineptitude as demonstrated by the shoddy job it has been doing for ages on the second half of the dualisation of Ife-Ibadan road! ‘Ooni of the source’ is watching and I wonder whether the Olubuse has an atom of conscience seeing a company in which he has substantial interest endanger the lives of Nigerians including his own subjects, family and self!

All is not lost! I entered Ibadan to find a cleaner, more orderly city but still retaining its rusty roofs! Who ever thought Iwo road round about can wear its present look! Just as I congratulated Fashola when he cleaned, Oshodi, I will have to get across to my senior and brother, Senator Isiaka Abiola Ajimobi(SIAA) for a job well done!

Oluyole, here I come!

Ibadan, the home gallant and proud warriors! History has that of all Yoruba clans, Ibadan was the only one that survived and remained never vanquished during the Yoruba wars and hence the popular expression ‘Ogun o ko wa ri, omo Ibadan ki ‘se eru eni ko kan’.
Of importance to the world is the kind of leadership pattern that evolved from Ibadan. The Olubadan recognizes the achievement and contribution of individuals from various families and make them Mogajis to head their own family and rise through the ranks to the exalted position of the paramount ruler, the Olubadan of Ibadan land. This unique succession plan which can only be found in Rotary also reinforces the accomodating nature of the forefathers of Ibadan. Hardly can any son of Ibadan trace their origin four generations back without discovering that they actually hail from another town or village to settle in Ibadan for commerce or as warriors! For instance, the various families in Lalupon came from Ede, Iwo, Ejigbo and environs in the State of Osun as warriors during the Yoruba wars to fight on the side of Ibadan. They were settled in Lalupon by the then Basorun Ogunmola. This pattern can also be traced to the USA where you have Jews, Germans, Britons, French, Latinos and Africans!

I set out for Oluponna as early as 9.30 from my hotel room somewhere around Old Ife road. It was my first time in Oluponna and was shocked to find that there’s no boundary between it and Iwo. This rapid development can be associated with the transformation of the later into a University town. Bowen University, a product of the Nigerian Baptist Convention, serves a major landmark in finding your way to Oluponna. Directly opposite, you find all the major Bank branches.

Oluponna was agog to celebrate an illustrious son, perhaps first from the clan, who has done so much for the town bringing its name onto the world map. The reception for the event took place at the community centre built by the celebrant! The event, especially the church service attracted the high and mighty from the oil industry, acturies, finance world , politicians and Anglcan clergy. A high point of the event was recognition of dignitaries for thanksgiving. Another ugly side of Nigeria shot forth its head. Senator Omisore who came with a retinue of hangers on and security details and in an FGN registered vehicle almost caused a commotion as he strolled towards the altar and his supporters rose with those praise songs! Only in Nigeria can it happen! I recollected this guy won an election into the Senate while still being incarcerated for an alleged high profile murder case!

I left the party at 3 pm, even before the commencement of the reception program for fear of the much dreaded Lagos-Ibadan expressway on a day like Saturday! And guess what, I got to Lagos at 7.30 pm for a journey that shouldn’t have taken more than 2 hours! Fair enough you’ll say! And I will agree with you if it is only in Nigeria!

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*Dodges rotten tomatoes and stuffs*

*Peeps again whilst donning million dollar smile* 😀

Hey Guys!

Shoot! Cobwebs! Darn it!

I know! I know! I went AWOL.

I won’t blame writers block this time around because I’m putting the blame on Medilag Student Affairs, Airtel, My sheer laziness and the new boo! Yes you! (Btw, stop reading my blog and you too Bolaji! Stop telling mummy everything you read on my blog. :*)

So how do they all come in?
Well, to blog I need Internet. So I blame Medilag student affairs for putting me in a room cubicle where the network/fresh air that manages to seep in is next to nothing. I Also Blame Airtel Ng for their crappy ass service. I just can’t port to MTN because Airtel is cheaper. I mean, I pay =N=1,500 for 2GB. My sheer laziness for making me lazy and the new boo for taking up my time (don’t stop!).

Well, while I was away, I wasn’t up to no good, I’ve been up to quite a lot (even though not award-worthy!); I picked up cooking. Now, I’m like a cooking monster. I google recipes and try them out and invested in kitchenware even though I don’t have a kitchen of my own. I just can’t wait till I have my own kitchen with all the top quality cookware and crockery. I now eat three times a day and I’ve since gained 5kg. Yay me!

My Obs&Gynae posting was over with and it was one hellluva posting! At a point, seeing pregnant women made me get sick to my stomach. Seeing fibroids and vaginas (excuse my French) made me feel even worse. There were just too many of them. I also got tired of seeing women in labor getting their vaginas torn with vicious looking scissors in the name of episiotomies. This made me consider elective caesarean section to birth all my 8 children.

‘Obs&Gynae was fun while it lasted.

I finished my (Internal) Medicine rotation on Friday and it was hellish yet fun! There was this “Medusa” of a consultant that eat time she sets her eyes on me, go limp like a boneless chicken instead of turning into stone. When she asks a question even if I have the faintest idea, I just look like groundnut and shake my head. I have since made some doctor friends and I’m extremely happy to be leaving medicine. I’ve had enough of ‘Medusa’. I’ll miss my medicine doctors though, most of them are a lot of fun. I learnt so much in medicine that I think I may start locum already.

Some other things also happened;

-I watched 9 complete seasons of Grey’s anatomy. I wonder why i wasn’t watching it earlier.

-Also watched 7 complete seasons of That 70s Show. Really Hilarious show. Gotta love Mila Kunis!

-Watched a documentary titled ‘The Real Story Of Nigeria‘ almost 10 times. If you haven’t seen it, you have to. Find out how great Nigeria was just so that you can be angry about where we are right now. #SadStuff

-Watched Damages and Political Animals too.

-I read Dan Brown’s Inferno & Stephen Chbosky’s ‘The Perks of Being a Wallflower’ Both books were awesome.

-I also picked up knitting. I’m currently knitting swaddling clothes for my unborn child. I’ll probably be able to knit more when I get my maternity leave.

-My Pops gave me a car back in April because I aced my exams and I’ve been learning to drive every weekend since then. I have since mastered parallel parking and reversing. I can drive from Lagos to Abuja in reverse. My only fear is driving on the freeway.

About my natural hair, It’s 8 months old already and it’s not growing as fast as I expected; but I’m patient. You know what they say about the patient dog that gets fat.


Also, Bolu turned one on August the 27th and we hosted one helluva birthday party for her yesterday. She wore 16 dresses and cried all through.


So you guys see, I’ve been up to quite a lot, Not just lazing around.

How have y’all been

The last leg of my European tour and of course, the last few days of my working vacation took me to the Eastern side. I’ve had the most eventful vacation of my life so far lived. I started out with a self development training, moved on to Rotary affair and now professional development all in a relaxed mood. I have maximised the value of my miserly Schengen visa!

With a combination of sign language and wisdom of brandishing the print out of my hotel reservation and conference venue, I was able to pass the necessary information to the cab driver who took me through what appeared like an endless journey to Hotel Askania close to the city centre of Prague. On our tortuous way, I managed to fight off the devilish sleep consequent upon early rise for which I had to request for wake up call. I could not read any word close to english in all the sign posts and road sings and directions written in Russian language. And with that I thought I was in for a difficult time.

WONCA (World Organization of family doctors) Conferences are held 3 yearly and since I joined in 2004, the same year that I joined Rotary, the meetings are, somehow, coming on the heels of each other and coincidentally the last 2 were held in the same environment. This was responsible for my missing the 2010 edition held in Mexico, four weeks ahead Montreal Convention. Despite missing 2 days this time, I still had the urge to make it. My enthusiasm though damped by the poor attendance recorded was compensated for by the quality of papers presented and speakers on hand. I thank God, I made it!

I had no problem navigating the city of Prague with basic understanding of the transport system that is characteristic of most big cities of Europe. You have the bus, train and metro (underground) transport systems serving the common man and their expensive taxi cabs for the elites and unsuspecting tourists or those who are just not bothered about cost. With minimal information, from the hard faced Czechs, I wangled my way through their clean city with rusty looking medieval buildings to the conference Centre, Prague Congress Centre and back.

To have the best feel of the historic city and to save me the headache of language, I had to go for a guided tour that is not part of me! I like going around my own way and at my own time! I learned a lot!

The fantastic journey started from Wencelas Square, one of the very many squares of Prague. It is located in the heart of New Town from which we proceeded to the historic Old Town under which lies another historic town in which the mysteries and secrets are hidden. The torture and execution chambers which date back to the 12th century and beyond, the darkest days of the city, lie underground and hence the cliche “The Truth is Down There”. The tour also took us to the mysterious Jewish Ghetto with its famous synagogues, before crossing the Vltava River via Charles Bridge, one of the 16 bridges across the river, to get to the picturesque Lesser Quarter located on a hill and from which one could enjoy spectacular panoramic views of the city. We also visited the iconic Prague Castle which now houses the seat of government.

The tour was made interactive and I was able to catch some facts of the the history of Prague that is riddled with executions and executioners who were revered and held in awe, prisons and prisoners, a past both glorious and tragic. I had an history lesson in which the buildings, monuments and streets tell the captivating and horrific story of a city through time. I was almost weeping to hear the horror and terror of Nazi occupation and the bloody and gruesome fight to rid the city of the invaders!

For exploration and expansionism reasons of that time, most European big cites were built around rivers which now have high tourism value. As River Thames is to London, so is Seine to Paris, Tagus to Lisbon and Vltava to Prague. Our tour ended with a dinner short dinner cruise in a Luxury boat on Vltava. Against the night sky, Prague’s spectacular water front panorama revealed its splendour! As I jumped off the boat feeling satisfied, I asked myself what have we made of all the various rivers and lagoons especially in the “state of acquatic splendour”?

Generally Prague strikes me as an old Soviet city which still reeks of the consequencies of communism! The people still wear melancholic faces of the typical Russian. Unlike portuguese ladies who are in all sizes and shapes, beautifully well endowed, sometimes fat and luscious, the Czech ladies wear the mean look and manly structure of Martina Navratilova, the famous,female Lawn tennis icon of soviet extraction!
The fear of the executioner was something that I believe must have got a deep root in the psyche of these people and as such responsible for the level of societal discipline and very low level of crime!

Another offshoot of communism is the simplicity of their dressing and other ways of life. As recommended by law, the minimum wage in the country is about 130 dollars and average income is about 350 dollars per month on conversion of their cherished currency, the Czech Krowne(Kc or CZK).
To the Czech, Efficiency is the first word! Aesthetics comes much later!

I could count on my finger tips,the number of blacks that I saw to be residents of Prague. Maybe ten including two Nigerians of Ibo extraction! Trust them, ‘Igbo Kwenu’ This is quite understandable from the stand point of colonization history! While the West were colonising Africa, australia and the Americas, the Eastern Europe under the firm grip o the Soviets went for the far and middle east. I need to find out how Britain still got to Hong Kong, Malaysia etc almost meeting the Soviets halfway!

My dear friends, as the WONCA conference ends this morning, I can’t wait to get back home! I’ve missed my family, my “shop” and the larger Polybonde family, you my friends and patients/clients as much as I miss ‘Amala and Abula’ and pounded yam with vegetable soup!

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