My Internal Medicine Experience, OAUTHC, Nigeria

I am four months into house job and have completed my surgery rotation.

I began Internal Medicine rotation about five weeks ago and got posted to Nephrology – the aspect of Medicine that deals with the kidneys.

Toward the end of my Surgery posting, I started conversations with my friends who were in Internal Medicine at the time, discussing the likely units in Internal Medicine that I may get posted to.

Unlike Surgery where you rotate through various subspecialties and get to spend two or a maximum of three weeks in each subspecialty, in Internal Medicine, you spend the entire 12 weeks of a given rotation in one subspecialty.

It is essential, therefore, that you get a benign unit, or one at least that comprised mostly of good persons.

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An Ode To The #LOML


It is exactly one year since you asked me out and I said yes.

I was excited and tagged the day “the best day of my life yet,” especially as I have had a crush on you since childhood.

I was made to wait out adolescence and become an adult both in head and at heart before we could begin dating.


So, I said yes, amidst the feelings of excitement; accomplishment; uncertainty of what the future holds; and fear of the enormity of the task of being your sweet heart.

Three months ago, we began courting; you put a ring on it and that marked a new beginning for us.

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Living & Working In Ile-Ife, Nigeria

Guys!!!! I had to write. And you need not say, I know I have been off this space (and social media) for a good while. I missed y’all. Did you miss me too?

I blogged about my new job here, and mentioned how housemanship can be stressful and time demanding, and even queried how often my showing up on the blog would be afterwards.

My first two weeks was hell! Literally. I barely had a life of my own. I was either in the ward, in the call room, in the theatre, in the laboratory (checking results), or seldomly in the kitchen trying to grab dinner – call food.

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Saving x My Experience & Lessons Learned So Far

My journey toward financial freedom has been one marked by several emotions: disappointment, fury (at self), determination, excitement. Replay.

In all of these, I have learnt to believe in my journey and not give up.


I wrote to myself in a fictional, conversational style, and by the end of the conversation, I was more aware and enlightened on my journey.

I coupled that with a frank pursuit of financial literacy; followed Arese Ugwu, @smartmoneyarese closely on Instagram, read books on finance and even took up devotionals about finance on my bible app.

It was through Arese that I found

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Barry Agava: Muscle Memory – Your Body Remembers The Work Put Into It

I am dedicating this article to Deji since he coined the phrase “muscle memory” during the course of our discussion after he read my article on body types.

Deji had recently returned to the gym after a five-year hiatus, and according to him, his gym mates were quite suspicious about his massive and almost immediate gains since returning.

He had thought perhaps genetics and the fact that he is predominantly a mesomorph might have contributed to this.

After reading my article, he decided he was going to share it with his mates so they would understand why he was gaining faster than they did.

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Second Quarter Recap: Life Update, Goals Accomplished & Goals Yet Undone

Hey, guys!!! Happy new month. It has been an eventful month for me already, and also one that has been filled with benefits.

In the last blog recaps, I have been careful to share little or nothing about my personal life and focused more on the blog. While that may be justifiable as the blog is not merely about me, I thought to share a little wonderful win I recently made.

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Fun Ways To Exercise

What comes to your mind when you hear exercise?

Fatigue? Grueling pain? Or fun and a deep sense of fulfillment?

The mere thought of the word scares the socks off some people.

Exercise should be fun because it is something you are supposed to be engaged in for the most of your waking hours; your body was made to move.

Over the past decades, medical research has repeatedly cited the consequences of letting our bodies slow down to a halt.

Of the top three causes of sudden death, two are linked to a lack of exercise, and these are heart disease and stroke. So, I take for granted you already know you should exercise more.

Let me make it easier for you by helping you see exercise as fun.

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Africa Through My Lens

I might not have been to a lot of countries, but for the average Nigerian of my age, I daresay I have done well for myself and I am still pushing.

I have visited and spent a good length of time in eight African countries; seen the borders of four African countries; and the world through the stories of my friends who live in different parts of the world.

As a child, I got restless being in one place for long. It was not until I got into the university that I discovered that that was a pointer to who I was to become later – a “Traveler/Walker.”

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How I Almost Got Raped (+ What To Do In The Event)

In my fourth year in the university, I had what may qualify as my scariest life experience.

You see, year four is that dreaded year in medical school that your senior colleagues attempt to mentally ready you for.

It is nicknamed the toughest year in medical school; the year that when you get past you are certain you will survive medical school. In fact, anything in life.

It is the year of Pathology and Pharmacology.

Pathology is so broad you can be overwhelmed especially toward your professional exam.

Pharmacology can be hard to recall sometimes, and the poor test scores can double your doubt that you will eventually pass.

From the first day of my fourth year, I began to work hard. I listened attentively during lectures, read at nights in my room, and sometimes in the classroom.

It was on one of those nights that I almost got raped.


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“I don’t want to be poor,” I whined.

“Then stop acting like you want to be,” Mrs Ibe, my mentor replied, taking a sip out of her teacup.

How was I acting like I wanted to poor when I made the opposite clear to her or so I thought?

Seeing my confusion, she smiled and took a more patient approach, of that of a teacher willing to take their student by the hand and teach them the ropes.

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