My eyes have seen...

Ah my Nigerians have got skills...ah! I'm impressed and laughing at the whole idea....

The Idea:

My nieces put up this nusery rhymes DVD and my attention was caught when I realised it was made by a 6year old nigerian child..I felt impressed and was like wow..finally nigerians are waking up..(why should we keep buying rhymes DVD made by "oyinbo" (foreign) kids...
so I decided to sit tight and watch so I could give a rating..

My people what my eyes saw..my fingers cannot type everything..My God!!I saw kids dancing alanta and yahooze to "twinkle twinkle little star"....( I am not lying believe me)
The most painful one..when they were singing "3 blind mice" they had three healthy children running and some jobless adults sweeping and some holding dust pans and sweeping brushes like LASTMA(those that clean the roads)....It was an eyesore..but I had fun watching and laughing all the way....

They were even dancing cultural dance to the rhymes..I rest my case..
The comedy was 10 on 10 people...a must watch for a really good laugh..

Cheers people..

Naija skillz and things

First and foremost I have got to say "I LOVE NIGERIA" no one should bother being surprised cos i really do love my country..forget the dirty roads and poverty...

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I have been in Naija for only a few days now and trust me I have had to become instant "Aje Pako"(street thorough bred) more than twice...(not that i am "butty" or anything oo)

I wanted to stop a cab..and maybe they thought i was dressed good my price had to be hiked...I kept hearing 5k...for what..a journey of less than 20mins...mscheeew!!  na so I just change my voice to the local one and magically I paid 1k...(somebody tell me i got skillz please)

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Nepa (or the so called PHCN) have been quite nice though...but once the light goes off the heartache starts..the noise from hundreds of generators won't give you peace..

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My grandmom hasn't been to easy either..

She feeds me 3breakfasts....,2 lunches and minimum of 4dinners...(right now I am screaming help!!! I need a live-in fitness instructor)

My nieces haven't been easy either...I have been screaming and yelling all day (one is 5 and the other is four)...those girls are terrorists..(but not osama trained oo)..

..ok..time for dinner no 2...gotta go before my grandma yells again..

PS..she has been enjoying facebooking ,tweeting and going around blogsville with me..who know maybe she'll start her own blog...promise me you'll follow her...lol..

cheers people..

Surgery rotation....contd

Sorry about the wait...xxx but it's another ***LONG POST ALERT****

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Ehn ehn where was I? *scratching head*....oh ok I remember..

P.s for those who did not catch the beginning of the story,,you can find it here.

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After all my spiritual and educational rush-rush prepping myself (..i no go wan mess up if prof decides to ask questions na)....myself and Pato zoomed to the operation room..

Before I go further let me mention that at that time i was working out with Tony Horton's P90 series 6days a week and i was about 50 days into it...and my God my metabolism was through the roof as in I got hungry virtually every 3hours .......for those who know the routine that thing is monstrous.

So before scrubbing in I made sure I finished up a whole Bounty Trio and some apple and grape juice to keep me from getting hungry 3hours into the surgery..
I felt prepared...

Straight into the scrub room..,we scrubbed in..and so it all began..
The procedure is a Left hemicolectomy because the patient had Colorectal cancer..
On a pretty day the procedure shouldn't take more than 3-4hours if everything was going as planned..

But hey, after the patient was opened up, a manual exploration was done and behold liver metastasis!!!!
Oh Oh the duration of the surgery already gets an auto extension..5-6hours..because the metastasis also had to be cut out...

On and On we were there cutting,stitching, retracting,washing e.t.c...practically re-modelling the patient's normal anatomy...

About 2hours 30 minutes into the procedure...I started feeling hunger pangs (yeeepa!!...ok ok no cause for serious alarm yet)..somewhere in the corner of my mind I was hoping myself and Pato became mega geniuses on the spot so the surgery would end faster (because in the real sense we are babies..therefore we were slowing the prof down)

3hours into the procedure..I was already loosing focus..(and I was thinking after all my gingah..na so I go ask for permission say I don taya???...keep trying barbie..keep trying..I kept on ranting to myself)

4 hours..I was already sluggish...(God if I was oyinbo they would have noticed I was pale already and told me to leave the table..but as I black reach..dem no notice at all)...
I kept looking at the clock...and at approximately 4hours 30 minutes...I felt the cold rush (the first stage of syncope(fainting) )....and then I nudged Pato (he was standing to my left) ..

Pato: Wassap?
Me: Can I go out?
Pato: Just wait it would soon be over..
Me: No I can't...take this retractor and forceps from me..

Funny enough Pato did not reply and I kept repeating myself or atleast I thought I was repeating my self (..after the surgery Pato said I did not say anything like that)
In the next instant I swayed forward ..and all I wanted to do was close my eyes for a second..

...whoosh..black out...

...then I heard the professor's voice I don't remember what he said and I felt a pair of strong hands pull me from the table while someone else's was taking instruments away from my hands..

The next series of events happened fast..someone was removing my mask,another was removing my cap..someone else was taking my gloves..another person was untying my overall from behind...and I felt the hard ground on my back..I was on the floor..
Then I opened my eyes..I saw Pato's looking at me from the table like he was questioning "are you ok?" and I simply nodded ..I could not say a word..
I was taken out and put on a stretcher..a stretcher for God's sake I am not the patient!! But jokes apart I was loving the feel of the stretcher..I was surrounded my nurses and doctors showing me fingers, asking me to identify and stuff...all the while I just kept smiling and nodding..

I was handed a mug of over-sweetened tea because my body needed the sugar rush...and I was forced to lay motionless for about 30minutes..

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approximately 30minutes later Pato walked out..the surgery was over..
and I'm like whaaaat??? all i needed to do was last an extra 30-40 minutes???(but i was still thanking baba God for the bed sha..in my mind..lol)
Then the prof came out smiled at me and said "well-done"..and walked away..

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I felt better..got off my stretcher (surgeon turn patient..lol)...me and Pato walked back to our floor changed back to our regular clothes...walked out of the building and we hailed a cab..
I sat back in the cab looked at my watch and it was past 6 in the evening...I slouched against the seat and enjoyed the ride home..with a smile of relief saying to myself "Oh what a day...."


Thank you for reading..

A memory..Surgery rotation

*******LONG POST ALERT*******

I spent today cleaning and moving things around my apartment and while my hands kept busy my mind was lighting sparks...

..sparks of memories of the previous weeks..,some of these memories died as sparks while some continued into a full fledged fire some made me groan with laughter...,some had me simply smiling to myself while some still left me undecided..

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The one that I enjoyed most that got me laughing, embarrassed and undecided at the same time is the one I will share now (my God I am smiling at the screen now ;)

The story;

Surgery rotation; duration 3weeks

Before I became a victim..,I always thought it happened only in movies especially Grey's anatomy ..

My surgery got stolen from under my nose!!!

Yea it happens most of us usually are scalpel hungry but I never would have stolen anyone's surgery..(it's not as if they are going to let me "fly solo" on the procedure ...)

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The surgeon walked into the room and asked we blood thirsty children (i no be vampire ooo...lol) "which one of you would like to assist me on a surgical procedure at 1pm?"...oh boy!! see reflex..9 hands flew up eagerly...and out of the 9(my goodness..) I heard my name..

Surgeon: Ok, Dammy you would be assisting me..the surgery would be on 4th floor

Me; would it be in the same operation room we all observed the last time ..?

Surgeon: yes..1pm don't be late..

Me: ok..thank you

In my mind I was dancing galala and alanta even though in reality my body can't even understand those dance moves...

I turned to my colleague Dr. Pato ( my only fellow naija person in the room)...and we started our micro jubilation in pidgin english and yoruba ..(we add pidgin to yoruba because yoruba is a suicide mission for Pato despite the fact that he is a yoruba boy......i believe we all know the drill..gbeborun time)..it was around 11.30 am at that time..

12.30 I and Pato left for 4th floor (we did not want to be late)..we went straight to the operation room ...LO and BEHOLD it was empty!!..ok no cause for alarm yet we started searching the other rooms..still nothing (1.00pm) ok now there is cause for alarm!!!..

1.07pm we found the correct theater and my God there he was doing my surgery( oh my God..my brain was on fire..)...and Pato said "can you imagine but he could have called your phone nau?"

And i was there just thinking.."there goes my very first #1assistant in this hospital" (not my first generally..)

Let me explain what #1assistant means; it is possible to have more than 2surgeons on a procedure, 1 of the 2 surgeons is the main surgeon while the other is the assistant..so in a scenario of more than 2 assistants we start using the terms #1assistant #2assistant blah blah blah...as the number increases your importance at the table decreases( at least that's what we the children like to think)

Let me continue my story..

As I walked into the room the surgeon looked up and asked "why did you come late??" and I replied "we had a tough time locating the room" and she simply nodded her head in understanding..

After some minutes I let the issue be and focused on enjoying and trying to learn while observing..

After some hours the surgery ended..and I saw the victorious smirk on my colleagues face but believe me i wasn't bothered..

Life continued..everything was back to normal or so I thought..I had my chance and I screwed it up

Little did I know...a bigger fish or should I say the biggest fish was still coming my way...

3days later,

The same surgeon walked in..but this time she wasn't asking questions she simply said "Dammy and Pato you would be assisting the Professor in surgery later today"...

"Gbagaun gbagaun" (ring ring as in from a bell) that's what was in my head...as in like "The professor...Like Theee professor"....me and the professor ( ok not only me...lol) me and Pato and the Professor as in no other board certified Surgeon to assist (which if there was would push me and Pato to #2 and #3 assistants irrespective)..

What can I say..me and Pato must have been doing pirouettes in our minds...

We just nodded and said Ok and muttered our thanks..and she left the room..

This time we told ourselves we would go an hour early..to avoid any hitches

Little did we know or should I say little did I know..

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Stay tuned for the conclusion..( no vex at all...but I can't finish it now because of a prior appointment....on the bright side it would give you a break from this my looong story..you can grab a cup of tea with doughnuts)

Be back soon..

Thanks people..

Cheers!!xxx

I want to transition..

I have been toying with the idea for some time now and I always took 2steps forward and 3 steps back..
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I want all natural hair...ahhh the thought of whipping out my scissors and taking the permed chunk off still seems scary ooo...actually I am not new to hair cuts..,infact i can say I have been my own stylist for a long time from hair cuts, hair coloring, braiding ,retouching to fixing weaves...(believe me oo..no be joke at at all ...) I have done them all and most people get shocked when they compliment my hair and ask where I got it done and I say "i did it myself"...they mostly have this look O-O *owl-eyes..lol

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I want all natural hair..
but why am i scared to grab the scissors this time after-all I have cut my hair "anita baker" and "halle berry" styles myself more than 5times of which I got a Salon touch only once (..that was cos my aunt who owns a salon insisted) 
So why does it fell different this time..is it the haircut or the natural hair...??
I have been on relaxed hair for soo long the only break from it i ever had was the 6years in secondary school where haircuts were compulsory..(but one oyinbo girl was exempted sha oo..i was always jealous..lol)
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But,..,yeah...but I am going to transition anyways and see how I find it and hope somewhere I get the courage to whip out my scissors and do the do-do...and begin my exploration of wanting to know what having my God given hair texture would feel like..
Afterall if I miss straight hair..I could always use straighteners yeah? (who needs relaxers...? *sarcasm*)

Wish me luck....or chip in an advice..

Thankie..
Cheers,..xx

Archaeologist??? what would ur MOM say..

After I gave myself a full sleep in yesterday..I worked hard at getting up this morning so I could get to the Regional Pediatrics hospital where I had  a rotation...(of cuss I went in pretty late)

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Trust me I was simply expecting to lounge around (don't think i'm lazy sha oo...) but unfortunately the dude in charge (i'll call him Dr. Pee) was in charge of my group for a day before and trust me we didn't really like him..yea he is nice and all that but hey this guy like oversabi...chei!!

So bam!! we began..thank God we had to see only 3 children within the early 3hours...and one of then is the reason for this post...

I'll call him Stone(inspired by his future profession..lol)...Stone is 14 and he has an acute case of Atopic Dermatitis (it's nothing too serious)..
While I was gathering complaints and history from him I asked what he wanted to become in the future and he said Archaeologist!!!....at that moment my eyebrow flew up otherwise I was composed..,the I turned to my colleagues  J.O.J and Sammypels and my face was asking the question WHAAAT???(i am sure they were asking me the same question silently)

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I am not blaming the kid or anything but the Naija spirit in me was thinking "what would a regular naija mom have said to her kid that wants to become an archaeologist..??" I think the first question (if it were to be my Mom) would be "Kini itumo iyen??" (as in "What does that mean?")...

Stone is only 14 and he has been exposed to enough adventures,experiences and unopposed curiosity and creativity which already put him in the position to be sure he wants to be an Archaeologist at a young age..for crying out loud he is already attending such camp adventures already!!..(how sooo nice..)

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The Naija pikin..let your Mom catch you playing with stones or digging around the garden or roadside in curiosity..(you go hear am)..

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But on a more serious note,
I advocate letting the kids decide and encourage parents to allow their kids satisfy their curiosity cos it might go a long way shaping the kids future which ensures their devotion to what they do when they eventually become adults...

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But, be sincere what would your Mom say if you sincerely told her you wanted to become an Archaeologist..(no lie oo..lol)
I await your honest replies,..

Cheers!!

The flooding..

real funny

After hours of simply moping ,I decided to check out whats going on in Lagos cos the flooding issue has been up for a while now..instead of just reading only important stuff my talented fellow Nigerians found their comedian talents in the time of difficulty..I just could not help laughing at their funny status and comments ..

this no be laffing mata oo

I gathered some to share with you all and I hope it puts a sort of smile or laughter on your face cos some sure made me laugh uncontrollably ...enjoy!

row, row,wow ur boat

"Now payin for our sins,since we lagosians refuse to vote for umbrella,why are we complaining of flood?na to carry broom sweep join d paddle"


"Na wa for ds rain o. One Chair Man forgot to wind up his Nissan Armada Jeep at lekki, b4 e go wake for morning, 2 Kia Picantos don float enter back seat"


"Praisee the LORD!!! The LORD just gave me a new wet Infinity FX45 jeep!!! I was just coming out of my house and I saw the flood bringing in my blessing!!!Indeed it's a shower of blessing and its marvelous in my sight...the LORD will surprise some with duplexes, blackberries, shoes, umbrellas etc...position yourself...:D :) Eko o ni baje o!"


"BREAKING NEWS- Water level in Lagos is up 2 chest level. Pls has any 1 seen AKI & PAWPAW yet??:s"

"A married woman was found on another man's bed in a house 4 streets away from her home in Lagos. She claims it was the flood that carried her there!!!"


"well think am gonna take a vacation..where?f**k hawaii...naija here I come with ma surfing board on deck.yeeeeeeehaaaaa!!!"

seriously???

"Rain has reshuffled Lagos, houses are being moved to new locations... Eko hotel now in Abule Egba, MM2 dey Orile, Kirikiri prison now in Oniru,Unilag now in ikorodu, Alausa Sectariat now in Badagry. Pls confirm ur office location before setting out today so u won't miss ur way. have a rainful week ahead ˚°º ossshhhhheeeeeeº°˚ ˚ ˚°º"

saluteee...

.....all i can say is Naija people we fit survive any which ways...


Cheers people!!

Are people inspiration???

How to begin...?


I am still shaken up by the sincerity and the openness of  Blessing in her last post "he's brought me from a mighty long way" ...and I just want to thank and appreciate her over and over again...
It reminds me of a few lines of a worship song..it goes thus "so i'm here today because he kept me, i'm alive today only because of his grace..Oh! he kept me so i won't let go"...


Some hours ago, one of my friends (or a very good acquaintance) put up the following on his status "If you ask me about my inspiration I would say that its not the people and its not the things, its travel and experiencing different environments and taking in everything and savouring the moment....." and ever since i read that my mind has been jumbling the meaning around..I had a few conclusions


1. Pride...as in hey.." I don't need anybody to make me feel alright ..I have got everything I need..who needs people?"


2. Arrogance ..it's all about me me me..I am too good for this..(worse than no1)


3. Immaturity...cos I don't except such a line from a real adult.


4. Or maybe I totally misunderstood the meaning..I hope someone explains to me




A question i'll love to ask him.."why don't you let us take away people from all those places you travel to..you'll have all the pretty buildings, sidewalks and all that to your self..would you still be inspired?" 
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For me..., well I just got inspired today by the words of a fellow human like me and her name is Blessing,,I do not see myself as larger than life because I strictly believe "people always inspire people ,the difference only is the kind of inspiration" 

worried for children entertainment..

Oga ooo!!! that's all i can think right now..

The reason??

Here it comes : two posts back I complained about my inactivity at work today was pretty much different ,I had stuff to do although I still ended up relaxing in the doctor's lounge from early noon (the bulk of the work was in the morning)...I got home and went for beans and bread (don't think its the oyinbo kidney beans oo..i mean correct naija beans..*wink*)..so I decided "hmmm..why don't I watch a good children's cartoon to help me relax and feel like a baby"...my God that was the beginning of my worries...THESE KIDS ABSOLUTELY HAVE NO ENTERTAINMENT (ok maybe i am being too harsh..they do but what about originality??)

I don't think i live in space but hey CINDERELLA HAS A 3RD PART!!!where was I when that happened??(oh..i remember..med school..*rolling eyes*)
Can you imagine children's cartoon with 3parts....!! oga ooo
Right now it seems almost all current time cartoons are based on already existing cartoons..I mean cartoons I enjoyed when I was younger(*smiles* i feel privileged) now remodeled for this new sweeries..( dats why I get to be called aunty;)

Check out the few instances below;

1.Lion king; after we have watched the cartoon..then came a part two and it was still ok and then they had to go make a part 3..!!! why na?..the part 3 was totally off key..and now i gather they are trying to make a 3D version after a 2D...(*scratching head* now i wonder where this would lead maybe an eventual 32DD)

2. Pocahontas..yea it was a wonderful story...she fell in love with John Smith instead of Kokoum and it was alright until they had to go and make a part 2 where she fell in love with John Rolfe instead of Smith..moral???IDK

3. Now look what they did with Princess and the Frog....they turned over Frog Prince..

....I think I have an idea why don't we turn around Jungle book...instead of Mowgli in the jungle we put Baloo or Bagheera in the city...

plus check out Spongebob and Patrick..isn't it weird they live underwater but they don't swim...#justsaying

In short I rest my case..I want to go watch tales by moonlight....oh oh I forgot it doesn't air anymore....

I am joyfully joyful (thanks NIL)

Ahhh, how to begin???
I got my very first comment today..yaay!! and it was from N.I.L (naijamum in london)..you have got to check out her blog..
Up until her comment came up, it seemed like i was simply talking to myself..sorta like an online logbook where i can always go to read stuff i posted myself...but after NIL's comment...oh me oh my I feel awesome..

Thank's NIL ..this one is for you and only you...xxxx

dead blogg

So, after ages of letting my page suffer..actually its been only a few weeks...i decided on a little re-modelling of my page..
Right now I have a bloody headache after hours of doing nothing but sitting around in the doctor's lounge at the hospital it's not like I am complaining about lack of activities but mostly when we budding doctors don't get to see patients it just always seems like a waste of time ..

So as i was playing around online..I stumbled upon something worth sharing..
note; I am not saying measure your friends by these standards only...but most of it is true..
Enjoy!!


FAKE FRiENDS: Never ask for food.
REAl FRiENDS: are the reason you have no food.

FAKE FRiENDS: Call your parents Mr/Mrs
REAl FRiENDS: Call your parents DAD/MOM

FAKE FRiENDS: bail you out of jail and tell you what you did was wrong.
REAl FRiENDS: Would sit next to you sayin "Damn ... we fucked up ... but that shit was fun!"

FAKE FRiENDS: never seen you cry.
REAl FRiENDS: cry with you

FAKE FRiENDS: Borrow your stuff for a few days then give it back.
REAl FRiENDS: KEEP UR SHIT SO LONG THEY FORGET ITS YOURS!!

FAKE FRiENDS: know a few things about you.
REAl FRiENDS: Could write a book about you with direct quotes from you.

FAKE FRiENDS: Will leave you behind if that is what the crowd is doing.
REAl FRiENDS: Will kick the whole crowds ass that left you.

FAKE FRiENDS: Would knock on your front door.
REAl FRiENDS: Walk right in and say "I'M HOME!"

FAKE FRiENDS: Are for awhile.
REAl FRiENDS: Are for life.

FAKE FRiENDS: Will take your drink away when they think you've had enough.
REAl FRiENDS: Will look at you stumbling all over the place and say "Bitch drink the rest of that you know we don't waste shit."

FAKE FRiENDS: will talk shit to the person who talks shit about you.
REAl FRiENDS: Will knock them the fuck out

FAKE FRiENDS: Would ignore this
REAl FRiENDS: Will send this to all there real friends and hope to get it back!!