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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!

School

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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.

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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!

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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.

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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.

Family.

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

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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.

Personal.

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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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!

Cheers!

Hope your 2013 was better than mine!

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This is a book I just finished reading yesterday.

My remarks? “CAPTIVATING”

I love happy endings but I’m a sucker for thrillers, suspense and twists, this book had it all!

Forgive me, I’m not trying to hype or anything, this book just left me in awe and I thought I should share.

It’s a book by ‘Mario Puzo’ the author of The Godfather Series and is a sequel to the Godfather.

Now I’m wondering why I didn’t know about Mario Puzo all this while. And why nobody made me read his other books. I’m deeply hurt because I feel as if I’ve carried the ultimate last. When I updated about it, people started telling me how they read his books in secondary school. What was I doing with my life in secondary school? No wonder I’m not cool.

Anyways, I learnt from this book that you can’t trust anyone. Not a living soul. Also, friendship is a myth.

When I Wiki’d the book, I found out that it was based on real life people in Italy. Now I’m more interested.

If you are a sucker for thrillers and a JJC like me and you haven’t read this book please cop a copy and try to eliminate all bias from my hype. Also, don’t wiki it until you’re done reading; It’ll only spoil it for you.

*exhales*

Step aside John Grisham, Puzo’s in town.
*Skips to Yaba to purchase other Puzo books*

PS. John Grisham is still the man after my heart. Puzo is just the side chick.

2012 was on really short year and there I was thinking 2011 was short.

This was a year full of so many happenings that almost every moment was a Kodak moment.

In 2012, I learnt the following;

  • Never trust anyone that goes about telling people he didn’t have shoes. Suspect behaviour.
  • Never underestimate your talent. It comes naturally and someone somewhere will appreciate it.
  • Struggle! Struggle!! Struggle!!!
  • Chances are you are not your boo’s boo or better still your lover’s lover. Know your place today
  • In a conflict between your brain and you heart, follow you brain the heart wasn’t made for decision making anyways.
  • You don’t have to be alone to be lonely.
  • Don’t let insults get to you. This is one of the secrets of a happy life. Say my forehead is like a parking lot, I’d still smile with you.
  • In an exam, when you don’t know shingbain, don’t give up; just write what you know. Let it be confident rubbish. I’m a living testimony; I did it and it worked.
  • Happiness is the ultimate thing. If something/someone doesn’t make you happy, leave it.
  • D’banj = Modern Day Moses.
  • Milo isn’t truly the drink of future champions.

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  • Don’t rub your happiness in other people’s faces.
  • There’s a limit to the number of ‘Amens’ a Nigerian president can say. Right? Jonah?
  • Reuben Abati’s job; defending the indefensible.
  • Masturbation is not a sin.
  • Nigerian pastors need jets to get closer to God.
  • Study! Study!! Study!!! = Bang! Bang!! Bang!!!
  • Music is medicine.

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  • The NBC is so clueless; be banning cool jams and shii and be overlooking the actually lewd songs.
  • The social caste system has no limits. Even on twitter we have the TBH twitter and LWKMD twitter. Where the TBH twitter claim upper class status.
  • In all your dealings, don’t be a learner.
  • Uppercut of Life.
  • Sarkodie Lied; Money na problem.
  • Most short people are chronically angry. Look around you; height issues.
  • Never diss Nigerians. Let the Ghanians relay their ordeal; all the black jokes that came after were killing!

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  • Never forget to ‘pass the mic!’
  • DKB.
  • Lowkey is the best key.
  • How Gullible people are: Power. Enter.
  • Familiarity really does breed contempt.
  • #Penetration.
  • Money Talks, Bullshit Walks. Thanks D’banj.
  • Fela remains the realest G. No one can take his place.

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  • Nudies. Never ever trust them with anyone.
  • Dammy Krane has to come to med school to see that O actually le re body.
  • Use words like Plebian and Umbrage. They make you sound cool.
  • When you’ve been involved in a twi-drama and you want to revamp your online persona, all you need do is to go on a hiatus, change your handle, bio and just act like nothing happened.
  • Side bros really don’t mind being side bros. They get the boyfriend perks without carrying out any boyfriend duties. #winning
  • Real Gs don’t make noise about being Real Gs
  • You have to know your selling point.

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  • Fanta is the drink of champions. I don’t care what you guys think. All that Fanta bashing can’t faze me.
  • Sarcasm yato si stupidity.
  • If you ain’t giving it right, she’s gonna go elsewhere to get I right.
  • Twitter banter is incomplete without subs. In as much as subs make the banter fun, apply the
    @ button. @ a nigga today.

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  • Obama confidence > Confidence.
  • Never. Never. Add your mouth when lovers are fighting.
  • Twitter gets realer than real everyday.
  • Things change. People change. Everything is dynamic.

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  • The elephant never forgets; so does twitter.
  • Side Chicks are underrated.
  • Dancing.
  • Bintin l’aye.
  • A cups. Love? They don’t get none
  • Our God has a sense of humor. Say what you mean when you’re making your requests.

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  • Set P with but don’t date anyone off twitter.
  • If you think it, It’s most likely gonna happen.
  • Those Mayans were either high on some really good trees or they were highly misunderstood.
  • EOL no dey look face.

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  • Nipple Check. Always. No one has time for wardrobe malfunctions.
  • When someone sends you a nudie, share it with everyone you know; it’s the only noble thing to do.
  • People living in Ikorodu and Festac are the real heroes.
  • About Expectations. Don’t expect too much.

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  • Never. I repeat. Never. Ever. Download a Tonto Song. My BIS went off after downloading one.
  • Oyedepo Slap < Bouncer Slap
  • Ikokore is the food of the gods.
  • Mushy couples become annoying when you’re single.
  • Twitter people despise certain things because certain ‘twitter gods’ despise said things. Get a mind of your own.
  • In everything you do, never be Pacquiaoed.
  • Being sleep/pacquiao is sometimes better than sticking to one side of the fence. You don’t need to have an opinion all the time.

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  • The single life isn’t as bad as it seems. Not all the time.
  • Self-confidence is key.
  • Smokers are liable to die young. My grandfather, a chain smoker for close to 45 years died at age 82; pretty young.
  • Nothing wrong with being humble.
  • Stupidity has no limits.
  • Trust Nobody. Not even yourself.
  • Overthinking has no benefits.

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  • Nothing remains hidden forever. There’s no secret under the sun.
  • You’d eventually get over your first love.
  • Don’t get carried away with instagram filters.

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  • Many new dances. Etighi. Azonto. Gangnam style. I only dance them in front of my mirror.
  • You need to whip out that ‘inner bitch’ sometimes.
  • Once in a while, observe chill;  have a chill pill.

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  • Nigerian Journalism is dead. Copy and Paste is the new journalism. That’s how some bloggers and some professional BC composers threw a BRT bus full of people into the Lagoon.
  • Dubbing pays off.
  • All fingers are really truly not equal. S/O to the Regulars and VIPs at this year’s Koko Concert. If  you know what I mean.
  • If you really have to photoshop please do it right.

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  • God provides for his own. Always.
  • It’s okay to judge. Sometimes.
  • Don’t assume. Asking questions really doesn’t hurt.
  • Any phone without internet access is a stone.
  • I really don’t wanna what Olliyu looks like if Davido’s girlfriend i really fresher than Olliyu

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  • In case of tweet jacking, the tweeter with the highest number of RTs is the real tweeter.
  • You haven’t arrived till you boyfriend starts giving you monthly allowance.
  • Really. Don’t judge a book by it’s cover.
  • Being fashionably late never goes out of style being on time doesn’t hurt either.
  • Even a week old fetus can have a net worth 100 times yours.
  • GEJ is to blame for everything. Did your beans burn? Yes. Blame him.

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  • One minute equals one hour when you’re studying but when you’re having fun, time decides to ride in a gulfstream.
  • Always be thankful. No matter the situation.
  • Be attentive. When a guy says he wants your waist he really wants nothing but your waist. Someone give Yvonne Nelson a bear hug.
  • Nigerians shouldn’t be allowed to use photoshop. The ‘bad behavior’ pictures I saw this year ehn.

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  • The difference between its and it’s. I’ve mixed them up my whole life.
  • Laziness pays off. In the present that is.

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  • #POKO# . Even though we dunno what it really means.

Just for kicks.

Toodles. x

PS. Now that I’m thinking about it, People that attended this year’s Koko Concert are the real heroes. Those in regular especially. 



 

On December 1st 2012, I tweeted; “This year hasn’t been my year.” Yes, it wasn’t my best year yet, because I’ve had better years and I know that I have better years to come.

It only took my reading Okeimoute’s story on 19th Street to appreciate my year. When Efe was asking people to pick dates to write, I wasn’t moved to because I didn’t feel the need to share how my 2012 went. Reading Okiemoute’s story made me realize that I have so much to be thankful for and that my year couldn’t have been any better.

I had more highs than lows this past year and 2012 was my year.

School.

I wrote my First professional examinations in January/February and I wasn’t confident about passing all my courses. I was even preparing to resit my physiology paper before the results came out. Thankfully, when the results came out, I made all my papers even though not in flying colors because I know I could have done much better. This marked the end of my first year in medical school.

Second year started off with the Basic Therapeutic Skills (BTS) programme which was basically an introduction to the clinics. I was really enthusiastic about it because I had previously spent almost 3months lazing at home; really needed to get busy but now I wish those days back because the last few months of 2012 were the most stressful months of my life.

Most of my senior colleagues say that if you can get through your second year of medical school, you’re as good as a doctor because it is the toughest hurdle to scale. I can attest to this; after one incourse, the next incourse is already smiling at you; no time to laze around. Even lazy people like me get on their toes. The light situation in LUTH didn’t even help matters.

All in all, I put in my best as regards schoolwork this past year; all my incourses have been good so far and only the people at the pharmacology department are trying to hold me back.

Family.

Being so far away from my mother and having to live with my father and my step-mum hasn’t been the best for me even though I have learnt to be very much independent. My step-mum became cold all of a sudden compared to who she was last year. I tried not to let this affect me in any way and I’ve done my best not to cross paths with her. We’re fine this way.

I got a new baby sister (half-sister). I wasn’t so excited about this but I got to embrace this fact when Michelle (my new half-sister) smiled at me; this practically made me melt.

My father was installed as president of the Rotary Club of Gbagada and this was a great feat for him.

My Big Brother graduated from the University of Capetown with a BA in Architecture. I’m already reaping the fruits; he took me Christmas shopping.

My little brother won awards at his school’s prize giving day. This same brother that we thought was retarded because my mother practically begged his way through primary school.

I grew much closer to my big sister(half-sister); we didn’t grow up together; My daddy just introduced her as my sister one day but we’re like peas in a pod.

I lost my paternal grandfather and a great uncle in the span of three months. It was a celebration of life because they lived long enough.

God.

I finally found out that serving God isn’t as difficult as people make it out to be; all you need is to be saved.

I got really close to God at a point and I tried my best to stay in contact with him even though my Church attendance wasn’t so clean. At least, it’s not all about the church going.

Personal.

This year was my year of self-discovery;                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                           I used to be this shy glassy eyed little girl that couldn’t air her opinions. I couldn’t say no to people and I tended not to have a mind of my own. I got this confidence boost and now I have an air of pride –Good pride- around me and I express myself freely. I’m even quite lousy now or should I say very lousy. (._.  )

I became fashion conscious, I cared about how I looked and became a camerawhore. It may seem bad but I like it; one of my confidence boosters.

I became a truly happy person. Like happy from deep within.

Not my year for love; yet another break up and every guy I met seemed to think I was side chick material.

Went on so many dates and got to experience Lagos.

Been living the single life; I’m alone but not lonely.

I discovered alcohol.

I lost friends, made new ones for which I am thankful. Afterall, you win some and you lose some. I made some pretty awesome friends this year I must add and I bless God for their lives. I’m especially thankful for this one friend that went out of his way to get me out the famous ‘writer’s block’. God bless his heart.

Some other friendships were strengthened.

My twitter presence declined; finally got over my twitter addiction.

I found solace in Music, Movies and Series. Downloading anything and everything became a pastime.

I got two new devices simply by asking. Asking really does wonders.

I wrote an article that got published in The Punch in January; one of the highlights of my year.  My blog was also nominated in the Nigerian Blog Awards under 2 categories and won by popular vote in the ‘Best Student Blog Category’.

Money.

See, Don’t take Sarkodie seriously when he says money no be problem.

I had serious money issues this past year. It all stemmed from when I lost my blackberry in April. I started spending money I didn’t have just to get a new one. The new one I bought got lost in May. Around that same time, I broke someone’s laptop screen and I had to replace it with money I didn’t have. I bought so many things I couldn’t afford and I was practically living from hand to mouth.

The only good thing is the fact that I can account for how I spent all this money.

I still need to learn how to control my impulsive spending.

Anyways, I’ve really grown as a person and I’m thankful for the highs and lows of this past year. 2012 was definitely my year and 2013 is another year; I’d be going into my 3rd year of medical school by God’s grace and I’m hoping for the very best.

I know 2012 was a gangsta year for many people myself inclusive (obviously); So many untimely deaths and unfortunate happenings starting from Fuel Subsidy removal to #OccupyNigeria bants, From the Dana crash to the innocent people jejely observing Sunday evening in their houses, Victims of the Connecticut shooting, ALUU4, Boko Haram misdeeds and all the other happenings but we are still alive and kicking.

I am thankful for the highs and lows of 2012, For the friends that stood by me, I’m especially thankful for Dami and every other person that put a smile on my face. So many that I can’t begin to name names. Also thankful for my blog readers; thank you for reading all these things I churn out. You all keep me going.

God Bless.

Cheers to a better 2013.

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I know its pretty early to write Santa. Or is it late? O well, Who cares?

As kids, my brothers and I wrote to Santa Claus every Christmas and with every passing Christmas, Santa gave us a reply; but with only a few of the gift items on our really long lists and a letter reminding us of our shortcomings that year. That didn’t stop us from writing an even longer list each following year.

I wondered why Santa couldn’t just grant all our desires; isn’t that what he does in the movies and animations?

One day, I was clearing up my uncle Tayo’s books and I observed that Uncle Tayo’s handwriting was so much like Santa’s. I wonder where they learnt that pretty font. I told my mum of my discovery, She seemed pretty amazed too. I later put two and two together; Such a slow little child.
I came to the realization that Santa wasn’t real all by myself and my childhood didn’t end there. I still believed in the tooth fairy.

Anyways, this is my Christmas wish list to Santa just because;

Kemi’s Bunk,
Medical Student’s Hostel,
LUTH, Idi-Araba,
Lagos, Nigeria,
Africa.
December the 7th 2012.

Santa Claus
Otunba North Pole.

Dear Santa,
How are you? How is Mrs. Claus? And how has your vacation been? All splendid I trust? I’m sure you guys have been making the best of your time off. *wink*
Shey all the ice at your end hasn’t finished melting? Because of all this climate change, melting of polar ice caps and rising water levels gist. E get as e be.
As you know, I’ve been a really good girl this year and I know you know and we both know that I deserve more than a lump of coal;
I tried my best to stick to my resolutions.
I obeyed my mummy.
I obeyed my daddy.
I go to church.
I tried my best not to skip school.
I procrastinated minimally,
I tried my best to listen to all my lectures despite all the heat and lecturers that speak like they have no voice boxes amongst many other things.

Now that we have established how much of a good girl I have been, can I go on with my Christmas wish list? Yes?
Santa Baby. :*

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I’m really not greedy and I don’t like to do more than myself. All I desire include;
1. A sizeable behind. You get my point Santa and you know next year is clinical year; I can’t be wearing all those formal clothes and be looking like a white marker board from behind. I’m not asking for the Kardashian type or the Dolapo type, I can’t handle the attention that’ll come with that.
Please I don’t tell me to do squats or sit in some bucket, they don’t work. I don’t want butt pads either: those’ll just make me develop an inferiority complex. Thank you.

2. Acne-free face. I’ve been battling acne ever since I hit the age of 10. My daddy says I have too much testosterone. My mummy just thinks my pores are too small. These things got me feeling self conscious and I expected them to leave once puberty was over but no; they’ve built mansions on my face.
Dear, Santa I want a Clearasil model face but I don’t want Clearasil or Neutorgena either. I’ve tried all their products and they only make me lighter in complexion.

3. Stable Light In LUTH. This LUTH is such a struggle ground. Battlefield of some sort; we bought generator we cannot even afford to fuel, we owe PHCN plenty money and I’m not even talking a million Naira kind of debt. When there’s no light, class’ll be a hot mess, hostel’ll be inhabitable and all that. You can like to bring us a generator that runs on fart or anything that we can afford. Better still, you can make the PHCN ‘off’ switch have the same function as the ‘on’ switch. They won’t know what hit them.

4. Eliminate LUTH Rats.These rats are Landlords as far as I’m concerned. You have to pretty much leave the way for them to pass. Terrorists. Invite them to the North Pole will you? They may be very useful to you.

5. Airtel Cheat Code. make it happen.

6. Peace Of Mind

7. AOC for my Professional Exams. This will bring me the greatest joy; having to read all those texts and notes and only a percentage of everything will surface in the exam. Surprise me please.

You know I haven’t asked for iPhone 6 or iPad 5 or Blackberry 10. Only the things that matter.
Anyways, next year is another and I may be at my absolute best to be able to ask your for all that

I Love you Santa! :*
Oluwakemi.

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So I read Lord Zubair’s posts about a parallel universe. And I have this way of zoning out; I started Imagining how different my life’ll be in an alternate universe.

First of all, In an alternate universe, I’ll most def not be in med school. I’ll probably be a graduate at my present age. I’d have studied a more practical course like Mass Comm. and I’ll be tattling off on some radio show/hosting some TV show with my borrowed accent and really fancy dress and stuff. This is not an alternate universe and I’m presently sitting on my shaky LUTH bunk whilst hustling to type this. A girl can dream right?

I’ll be everything I ever wanted plus a lot more. I’ll be that chick with the flawless skin, Long hair without a receding hairline, brown eyes that you don’t notice only in the sun, figure 8 of life, statistics to kill for and a rather enviable citation.
What if I’m a dude in a parallel universe?

Anywho, I would be from a happier home, with a more peaceful extended family, better friends and what not.

I’m sure I’d most likely be anything but Nigerian. or Somalian
Who will you be in an Alternate universe?

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I’ve been meaning to write a post on HIV/AIDS. Honestly, I’m not just saying this.
It took a really long while for me to get my first HIV test. I was really afraid and I don’t even know why; not like I’ve been messing around or anything. Not to sound myopic, I know HIV can be transmitted through many routes.

At least I finally got it done even though its a very big shame being someone who is medically inclined.

I got it done in LUTH’s APIN clinic some time in May this year. The longest 15 minutes of my life. From when the man in the bleeding room pricked my finger to when the counsellor called me into her office after the lab attendants brought the result to her office.

Anyways, I tested Aladeen.

My second test was slated for October but I’ve been too lazy to find the new location of the APIN clinic since the old one burnt to the ground a while ago. You didn’t hear about it? Visit Linda Ikeji’s blog then. Educate yourself.

You have to get tested every six months because the window period for the virus is six months.

All I’m saying is; everybody should get tested and be in the know. Don’t develop such mentality;

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Because you really can’t know. You may be seemingly healthy but the Virus is busy preparing for war. Like the popular saying goes;

AIDS no dey show for face.

Early detection and swift management can go a long way because what eventually kills is one of the opportunistic diseases that take advantage of the immunosuppression (lowering of the body’s defenses) caused by the HIV virus.

The test doesn’t hurt. Just a sharp prick and you’ll have your result in no time.

Know you Status today and Stay Safe People!

Are you HIV Aladeen or HIV Aladeen? Aladeen I hope!



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