Because Carlang said So

I've always been pretty normal. Nothing wierd happens to me, nothing wierd about me. I fall into the average category. I wake up, eat, sleep and in between do the same things average people do. I'm averagely tall, sized averagely (ok, a bit skinny), I basically don't fall into either of the extremes. So why did I get tagged on an "7 wierd things about me meme?" If there was that last confirmation I needed to know that I was so not wierd, it was being tagged.

For hours, I racked my brain trying to come up with wierd things about me. Maybe these things are so much a part of me that I don't consider them wierd. Here's my attempt...after thinking for almost 2 weeks. Damn! this was harder than JAMB and the MCAT put together!




1. I am very picky with my food.

If I can't pronounce it, I can't eat it. If I don't know what's in it, I'm not touching it. If I find out, it's still not going down my throat. Before u start thinking I'm anorexic or something, I'm not. I'm a healthy 1xx pounds, thank you. I think it started when I was very young. I wouldn't touch any okele (help! I can't translate that.), be it amala, eba or even pounded yam. Whenever it was time to eat it, my mom would tell me to sit on the floor beside her, my ever faithful pankere (cane) beside her. She'd take my meat and my water (u think it's panadol? she'd ask) till I finished eating. It usually took at least 2 hours. I wouldn't eat ewedu, or any drawing soup (still don't). In my adult years, I still don't eat any okele except pounded yam, I dont eat any drawing soup, and of late rice has started tasting like finely grounded sawdust. I don't like most american foods either.

2. I don't like coffee.

Coffee makes me puke. I don't care whether it's in a drink, candy, biscuit, cake, or whatever it's not going down my throat. I will not be tricked into drinking coffee, even if it is laced with caramel, hot or cold in any form or shape. So what if I have to stay up all night? It doesn't matter. I don't know what it is about coffee.

3. I used to have a morbid fear of driving

See, I grew up an overachiever, whatever I wanted to do, I did it. I rose to every challenge that ever presented itself....until driving came up, that is. I made no bones about learning how to drive. I didn't press for it, even when my sister was busy scheming how to sneak the car out. I was very apprehensive when I started learning in naija. You know how they first put you on the field, I ran into the goal post-nothing major. I learnt well, but I never drove after my lessons were over. I think it was the fear of going on the road with all the crazy danfo and okada drivers. Just as I was still nursing my fear about navigating through those two sets of weres, keke napeps came out. That was it. It put paid any driving adventures I might have had in naija. Maybe I was hit by a car in my first life, who knows? Now my driver's license is 7 months old. You should see me on the free way demonstrating my new found moves.

4. I google everything

If you ask me, Google is the eight wonder of the world. I don't know what I'd have done if I had been bone in the Slate-and-chalk days. I don't even bother arguing with people, I just google it.
I google in my spare time, I google everything and anything. I think I could pull up anything on google. I could even find out what u ate for dinner...on google.
and sometimes, I even google myself

5. I can't sleep with the lights off...if it's not my room

I remember one time when I went to my cousin's place. I woke up in the middle of the night, and NEPA had done their thang (there was light before I went to bed), I opened my eyes and couldn't see anything, first I couldn't get my bearings straight, and then I started freaking out. I felt like I was choking or something, so I ran to the window to get some air, which for some reason felt like it was thinning out. I placed my nose through the bars and was literally gulping air in and light. I had to wake my cousin up to light a candle. Same thing happens if I'm in a hotel room, or I move and have to sleep in my room for the first time. I think its kinda related to #6

6. I'm Claustrophobic

I enter elevators, and the first thing I think about is "I don't want to be stuck in this elevator!" I could survive in some of the roomier ones, but those shoe box ones. hell freaking no!. Funny thing is I actually got stuck in the elevator once. Thank God it was a roomy one.I kept telling myself "Don't freak out"

Luckily for me, I had my phone, and it was still working. Long story short, I spent about 15 mins calling up random people.

Never again!

For the next week, I started taking the stairs... and then I went back to the elevators.

7. I study on the porcelain throne.

Some people take a magazine or even a newspaper, I take my textbooks. Trust me, it beats the library hands down. That's how I studied and passed my SATs, MCATs and many college tests. The hardest concepts just seem to make more sense in that room. Maybe its the white tiles? Don't know why it works, but it does. wanna try it?

There! I did it. see, I'm not that wierd afterall. abi?

Please tell me I'm normal...

I tag little miss me, bighead and allied.

Anti-Corruption Day

After getting email, texts and messages I've finally decided to do this.

corruption in deeply rooted in the nigerian society. It does not start from elected leaders. It starts from the home.

That little girl that pockets the change from buying omo.
That little child that stole the N5:oo from the dining table to buy candy becomes
That 10 year old girl that peeps at her partner's work during the integrated science test. She becomes
That 18 year old girl that carried expo in order to pass the WAEC and inadvertently
Paid someone to write her Jamb for her and also
Pays the cleaner in Lag to 'runs' her admission for her and by the same stroke of luck?
meets equally corrupts lecturers and sleeps her way to a Second class Upper.

The cycle continues till we have bred a nation of corrupt individuals who cannot seem to do anything without resorting to underhand schemes.
When the time comes to elect leaders, from which pool do we elect our leaders?
A bad tree can NEVER bring forth good fruits, so how do we expect upright leaders if we know the pool from which we selected our leaders?

This is not to say we do not have upright leaders and citizens in Nigeria, but truth be told, they are in the minority.
If we are stop corruption in Nigeria, then we have to take it to the very foundation of our society- the home. Let us stop breeding corrupt children. Corrupt children make for a corrupt society which makes for a corrupt nation.
Each one of us can do our part in stopping corruption by refusing to be a part of it. Refusing to tolerate it.

Refuse to be the partner who lets someone copy off of your test paper
Refuse to be that WAEC employee who leaks the question papers
Refuse to be that proctor who accepts N10,ooo so that the whole class can cheat
Refuse to be that university officer who does runs for admission
Refuse to be that lecturer who would give grades in exchange for 10 minutes of lustful pleasure
By doing so, we would have set the ball rolling to a corrupt-free Nigeria.

At Last, my Love has come along

the missing part of me. My body has cracked because I had not found you.

The winter was harder on me, because I couldn't feel your thickness.

I tried all others, but noone could do me like you.

I'm sorry I ignored you, and went after your major contemporaries

I was seduced by their charm, they claimed to have it all

One even promised me Intensive Care

can you blame me if I was led astray by such promising words?

Another swore to melt on me like Butter

Yet another's lure was Soothing Relief

My Love, they were easily accessible

They didn't cost me much

That was why I cheated on you, and gave myself to another

Don' t worry Baby, all that is in the past now

Cos I've realized that nothing good comes cheap

You have yet to dissappoint me

Only you could take the Ashy out of my Flashy

And because of that, we shall never be parted.

My one and only Soulmate

-Eucerin Original Moisturizing Lotion

I'm losing it

I've been putting off writing for a long time. I don't feel like doing anything. I have one of the biggest exams of my life (at least that's what it seems now) right by the corner, and this is the wrongest time for anything to go wrong. Plenty has.
This is the closest I've come to being depressed for real. I feel like just existing.
I'm sad
I'm scared
I'm depressed
I've emptied all of my tear ducts
My house is a mess!
I'm losing it

Naija or Bust!!!

It's official- Naija 07! I finally got my ticket, the bank account is lighter, but it feels great. God knows I miss Naija like crazy, it doesn't help when everyone around you is going back home. Last year, I looked at people going home, very green with jealousy- I must have even joined the People Against the Bloody Nigerians Going Home For Christmas.Yes, BLOODY! group on facebook at some point. Now this year, I'm one of those bloody Nigerians, and I'm loving it nonetheless hehehe!!!
This ticket cost me a little more than $2000 and I'll be damned if I don't enjoy every last cent of it.
I look forward to Silverbird, Palms and every other movie theatre in Naija
(never again will I be slighted when we gist about them in yankee)

I look forward to Mr. Biggs, Tantalizers, Tastee Fried Chicken
(yes, I want-scratch that- need to be tantalized)

I look forward to Old friends from high school and college
(No mama Bumight, I'm not going to be on lockdown this year!)

I look forward to seeing my ex
(boyfriend, please don't be reading this)

I look forward to seeing my neice for the first time
(you better be pretty in person or else I won't be claiming you)


I do not look forward to spending half a day cooped up in a plane
(direct flights suck!)

I do not look forward to NEPA or is it PHCN
(papa Bumight, please stock up on diesel)

I do not look forward to Lagos traffic
(helicopters, flying cars? in my dreams!)

Lagos here I come!!!!

Meeting Sally

So I finally met Sally, she was everything I imagined her to be. Skinny, I suspect she used to do yoga or was into healthy living at some point. He hair was shaven when I met her. I'm thankful for this, It makes the experience less personal. Like I let on earlier, I was anxious to meet Sally. It was more like a mix of anxious and nervous. I didn't know what my first words would be. I wasn't even sure how I would react to her presence.

The day before I was actually to meet her, I had a dream. In my dream, I was late for lab, and two of my friends were already there. They had gotten on with the work without me and I had to do my share even though it was late. In the dream I remembered being scared. I woke up and realized it was a dream. I dressed for school, wearing a combo of my least prized t-shirts. I didn't want anything ruining them.

As it turned out, that day was not going to be the big day. School was not exciting. We had a lecture on The Vertebral Column. That afternoon in lab, we spent the day looking at bones, inspecting them and all. Sally was there, but I didn't meet her(we actually did the lab over her), the time wasn't right.
The next day, I knew the time was right. We were supposed to be doing the back. I didn't plan this, but I came into the lab late. My labmates were already there, and with the help of the lab assistant, were trying to prop a block beneath Sally. I was just looking at them, I wasn't ready just yet.

They sha managed sha. Some of them were anxious, touching Sally and all that. After like a couple of mins, my teacher comes and after yarning some opat(he actually recited a poem when he made the first cut), makes the first incision.

This is where you need to disappear if you don't want to read this. Bimbylads, I promise I'll keep it sexy horror, lol!

So he makes one vertical incision down Sally's spine, and one from shoulder to shoulder, two more horizontal ones that divided the back into 6. He now shows us how to remove the skin.
keep in mind that this time, we were all acting normal. Some people were acting like they've been doing this all their lives.

We decided that we would each remove one flap of skin, since there was one to go round the 7 of us. Very soon it was my turn. Let me say that I'm a fast learner. If I watch someone do something once, I can make a very good imitation. That's how I learnt about computers, braiding hair... but I digress.

When It came to my turn, I took the scalpel and was just removing skin like "pshew! I do this all the time!", lol!. I commend myself for a job almost perfect. Infact, I commend my group, we were the bomb.

The cool part of the whole thing (I think only Naapali and ONB will understand) is that Sally was skinny! as in, she had almost zero fat. I was grateful for that cos I saw some of my friends that had fat ones, and all I can say was the sight wasn't pretty (still keeping it sexy!) at all. full stop.

So we had to separate the muscles of the back, all I could think of was Allahu wakbar (did I say that right? I'm not muslim), God is great. The silly part of me goes "It's just like it looks in the textbook!". On the real though, God is great. Everything had an order to it. We found most of the muscles we were supposed to find, now the big part was memorizing the names.

Another cool thing was that nobody in my class fainted or threw up. Maybe it was because we hadn't had lunch yet, but they saved us all the drama. Kudos c/o 2011!!! Although I suspect a lot of people were seriously fronting, you know, trying to be bigger boys and babes. One of my groupmates stylishly refused to dissect though, and another one went to move her car and wasn't back for almost an hour. I don't blame anybody, they both did in the end sha.

After a couple of hours, or better still when we got to the muscles, we were so engrossed in finding what we were looking for. I swear, it wasn't that bad. I won't try and act like I wasn't nervous or anxious about it, that's normal. I'm getting used to the smell of formaldehyde and I don't feel cold in the lab anymore, and it's just been about 48 hours.

I was first scared that I won't be able to eat meat again. Whosai! I came home and ate my shiken, the only thing though is now before I eat the meat, I start trying to identify the Latissimus dorsi and the rest(muscles). I'm having fun and that's the most important thing. I'll be doing this for months so you know my ass better be having fun cos its not ending any time soon.
Thanks Sally for being all that I imagined (and dreamt?) you would be! I'm looking forward to learning so much from you!!

Jesus is Lord

This week seems like a good week on blogville, everyone's updating. I've been calling people from my school in naija of late, and for some reason I remember Daddy Esther. There was another name they used to call him, but I forget. When I got admission into college, my parent agreed that I would be staying with a 'cousin'. Let's call her Spice. Spice's mother and my father were cousins, so that made us ???
Neways, Our university was one of those non-residential ones, so we had to get accomodations ourselves. Spice was staying at this house which had a funny name.
The house was built sort of funny. The house was a one story building. the front part was supposed to be a three bedroom flat , with single rooms attached at the back. We had only one indigene family living in the house. They occupied two of the three bedrooms of the flat. Spice and myself occupied the third room.
You see, we were not operating the flat as a unit. The would-be living area was where we cooked and just some empty space. One of the rooms was the family room, the other room was the 'Living room' for the indigene family.
Mummy Esther was a petty trader, and Daddy Esther was a nurse- or so I was told. On that firs night, a woman client of daddy Esther just gave birth to a baby(can't remember the sex). All was cool in the house till one morning.

"so, bawo lo se n se yin" [so how are you feeling?]

"xxxx" (muffled answer)

"Igbawo le ti ri gbeyin" <when last did u see it>

"a to bi osu xxx" [It's been like xxx days]

'alright, to ba di xxx ke maa bo …" <alright, come back in xxx days>

And so the appointment was made. Conversations like that were quite frequent, and I didn't think any thing about it. Actually, there was a connecting door between our room and the living room of the Indigene family, so we could hear conversations . The door was made of flimsy wood, although it was permanently nailed shut.
The room right next to our room was the first of about 5 other single rooms in the building. That was daddy Esther's clinic. The very same room where that baby (whose sex I can't remember) was born. I noticed that all daddy Esther's patients were female. This was quite normal cos apparently daddy Esther was the local Ob&Gyn in the area.
To be fair to him Daddy Esther was quite 'prayerful'. On some saturdays, Daddy Esther would decide that he wanted to have a very prayerful quite time, and we would be forced to wake up, because his 'praise and worship' sessions were usually quite loud.

Then there was this Saturday. I was chilling in my neighbor's room. Their room also connected with Daddy Esther's clinic through one of such flimsy doors that were permanently nailed shut. Then the noises began:

"yeeeeeeeeeeeeeee"

"dake o" "keep quiet"

"yeeeeee"

"oda ma wipe 'Jesu loluwa'" "Alright, start saying 'Jesus is Lord'"

"Jesu loluwa, Jesu loluwa, "Jeeeeeeeeeeeesu loluwaaaaaaaa" "Jesuuuuuuuuuuus is Looooooooooord"

The patient in question was the house girl of a well to do madam- Our best guess, since she looked scrawny and came in a chauffeur driven car with a woman who was obviously not her mother.

My friends said there have been nights when they have been woken by shouts of

"Eje Jesu, Ejeeeeeeeeee Jesu" "Blood of Jesus, Blooooooood of Jesuuuuuuuuuuus"

The Jesu loluwa duo- yes, DUO- were two friends who happened to have gotten preggers at about the same time.

On many such nights, my friends had to rap on the door to tell them to keep it down.

Little naïve 16 yr old me didn't stop to wonder why all of Daddy Esther's pregnant clients never came out with any child. Come to think of it, the only baby that made it out of daddy Esther's clinic was that one baby whose sex I can't remember.

The sad part of the whole thing was Daddy Esther's method. I heard- heard, being the keyword- don't quote me on this, that he had some herbal concoctions that he would give his clients to drink. Apparently, this was to make the baby descend, and then Nurse Daddy Esther would then insert some sterilized *insert choke here* instruments-maybe they were forceps, I don't know- into the patient's vajayjay and pull the something out.

I'm left to wonder how many uteruses he has redesigned in the process.

:-(

I have been resisting the urge to call X now for days.

I haven't called only because I haven't been able to think of any reasonable excuse for calling.

I really don't want to blog about this cos I'm hungry

These are the moments when I slightly feel what those somalian children felt and it isn't easy.

I am hugry, and there is no food in my house.

Let me weigh my options

Pounded yam? there's no soup

cereal? nah, no milk

maybe rice? no stew either

Garri? It will only worsen my case

toothpaste? I'm not yet that desperate

I'm so not made for suffering :-(

I really need to go grocery shopping and cook, but then where's the time?

I'm going to go and groan under my bed, maybe I'll fall asleep in the process

or better still, Eureka!...

I'm going to go look at pictures of food on catwalq's blog

Ex-Appeal

I won't even lie and say I didn't mean to, cos I wanted to. I was talking with one of my friends from naija, and we were busy reminiscing over the few semesters I spent in Uni in naija. It was one of the best conversations I had had with anyone from my former school.
Every other guy who I have spoken with since I left either wanted to "yahooze" me or starts declaring their "love" for me (still yahooze in my books). I don't know if they think I'm stupid or something. There was actually one of them that was asking me for my bank account and stuff, if I had a credit card blah blah. You've seen mugu shey?
Neways, this other dude was different, and the conversation got even more interesting since he started telling me about his fiancee. I guess I was impressed that he was the one who actually called and was willing to stay on the phone, catching up on old times. After almost 30 mins, I take pity on his credit and decided to buy a phone card. We gisted for a while before I left. I told him I wanted to call one of my friends -one of his almost-girlfriends.
I called my friend and she didn't pick up.
Since I didn't want to waste the phone card, I called my ex. (does that sound like a good excuse? *shrug* that's my story and I'm sticking to it!). He knew I was the one even before I said anything.We actually had a good conversation- the best we've had in recent years.
We must have dated for like 6 months (I'm not sure anymore) and then I called it off before I travelled out of the country. It might sound mean, but I'm not a long distance person. I felt there was no point holding on to the relationship when it wasn't like we were engaged or something else. woreva, it pained him, but he took it in good stride.
Everytime we spoke, he was always trying to get me to tell him about my 'feelings' almost like trying to 'lure' me back into the relationship. I knew he never really moved on for a while. Very soon, I got tired of calling him because of it.
I still don't know why I called him this time. This time though, it was different. He didn't bring up anything about the past. He even told me about some girl he dated for a while. We talked about my boyfriend too, and he was very cool about it.
I guess it was because he wasn't bugging me to get back with him or anything, it made me admit to myself that I really missed him (I was never able to tell him that before because that used to keep his hopes up about us getting back together).
He still calls me the same pet names.
PS: I'm a sucker for pet names
That conversation stirred up a whole lot of feelings that I thought I had buried for good in the past.
Now I feel guilty, it almost feels like cheating on my boyfriend. I keep telling myself it's just a phone call to someone who's 20,000miles away.

Baby, I Loved you
...but my heart is with someone else

Dead bodies

Anatomy starts in 7 days. I'm getting ready. I've got some books, I'm ordering the orders. I'm shopping for scrubs, a dissection kit. I'm getting ready.... and anxious.
It is almost like some sort of excitement, nervousness, anxiety all rolled into one. I've never dissected before, and I don't know what would happen.
It's not like I haven't seen a dead body before, I saw my first dead body when I was 14. It was black and charred, in the gutter, right at Fagba bus stop. The OPC dudes and hausa people I guess had a fight that resulted in killing and burning people. I didn't feel anything. I just knew I didn't want to be that burnt body in the gutter. I wanted to get home, and fast too... but I digress
To make matters worse, people keep asking me, "have you started practicals yet?" At first I pretend not to know what that means, and answer "yeah, I've started histology practicals"
Actually, my mum asks me everytime she calls. All the time, I have to keep myself from snapping at her, I just impatiently told her that the curriculum runs different from the way it runs in Nigeria.
My pastor asked me also. I wanted to tell him to shut up. I love my mum. I also love my pastor.I think that I'm being snappy because people have a way they expect me to feel. Maybe they expect me to be nervous or something, I don't know. Anyways, I'm excited. I've even picked out a name. If I get a female body, I've decided I'm going to call her Sally. I don't know have a name for a male body.

Getting to know me

1.What time did you get up this morning? 6:38AM...after snoozing for 20 mins

2. Diamonds or pearls? Diamonds are a girl's best friend

3. What was the last film you saw at the cinema? what's that?

4. What is your favorite TV show? House, M.D

5What do you usually have for breakfast? cereal...when I have the time

6. What is your middle name? Titilayo

7. What food do you dislike? A whole lot, you don't even want to get me started on that...

8. What is your favorite CD at the moment? I don't listen to CDs anymore, I've upgraded to Ipod, lol!

10. Favorite sandwich? Tuna sandwich!

11. What characteristic do you despise?

12. Favorite item of clothing? currently, I love Jackets

13 If you could go anywhere in the world on vacation, where would you go? France, the city of loooove

15. Favorite brand of clothing? I don't discriminate: if I like it, I buy it... that is if I have money

16. Where would you retire to? Depends on the money, Naija won't be bad.

17. What was your most memorable birthday? My 10th birthday, maybe cos I had a party and I changed my outfit like twice...

18. Favorite sport to watch? I'm not really a sports person, if you tell me the scores from a soccer match, I'm good.

19. Farthest place you are sending this? Dunno

20 Who do you least expect to send this back to you? Anyone with a Y chromosome

21. Person you expect to send it back first? Nobody actually, as I'm posting this

22. Favorite saying: Let's google it!

23. When is your birthday? 05.14

24. Are you a morning person or a night person? A night owl

25. What is your shoe size? 10

26. Pets? I don't have the time for pets

27. Any new and exciting news you'd like to share with us? umn... not really, ...I just saved a bunch of money on my car insurance by switching to Geico!, lol!

28. What did you want to be when you were little? I wanted to be a teacher, but I quickly changed my mind once I was old enough to realize that teachers don't get paid that much!

29. What are you today? Medical Student

30. What is your favorite candy? Malteesers

31. What is your favorite flower? abeg, I'm a naija person jare, do we get flowers that often?

32. What is a day on the calendar you are looking forward to? Dec 17, free at last....for a while that is

33. What church do you attend? RCCG

34. What is your full name? I'm supposed to be anonymous remember?

35. What are you listening to right now? Muscle Contraction... as rendered by Dr. Smith

36. What was the last thing you ate? Tuna sandwich :-)

37. Do you wish on stars? Again, maybe u don't understand that I'm from niaja, naija people don't wish on stars.

38. If you were a crayon, what color would you be? I don't want to be a crayon. Life would be boring as a crayon.

39. How is the weather right now? cold

40. Last person you spoke to on the phone? Sola

41. Do you like the person who sent this to you? Of course! or I wouldn't be bothering with this

42. Favorite soft drink? Fanta..lol!

43. Favorite restaurant? Outback Steak House... can't get over their bread. I have half a good mind to go there one day and pretend like I want to order something, then when they give me the bread, I'll eat it and then pretend that I'm annoyed and then walk out!... but then I digress

44. Hair color? Black

46. Favorite day of the year? My birthday... the only day i believe the world should revolve around me

47. What was your favorite toy as a child?I don't remember getting too many toys :-(

48. Summer or winter? Summer for shizzle, lol!

49. Hugs or Kisses? Both

50. Chocolate or Vanilla? I really don't care

51. Do you want your friends to email you back? that is if I do send this out as an email

52. When was the last time you cried? when I thot my bf was breaking up with me

53. What is under your bed? Nothing

54 What did you do last night? I studied and cooked goat meat stew!

55. Favorite smell? my gases... ok, my perfume-Bvglari

56. What are you afraid of? I'm spartan!!!! we ain't never scurred!

57. Plain, buttered, or salted Popcorn? More like the sweet sugary popcorn they used to sell in naija. It was the bomb! they need to get Americans in on the secret

58. How many keys on your key ring? 3

59.How many years at your current job? about 4 months

60.Favorite day of the week? Monday

61 How many towns have you lived in? 5

62 Do you make friends easily? I don't.. except its virtual i.e over the internet (I know, I' pathetic!!!)



63 How many people will you be sending this to? All my favorite bloggers

Upgrade!

So , I realised that I titled this blog "Medico Blues", and I actually haven't written anything about medicine since. Come back! Don't run away, I promise I won't bore you.
People, it's a war out there! Really, this is the present day 300. and it has been going on for ages. Spent the last two weeks learning about the education and miseducation of a T- lymphocyte, which are the armed forces of the body.
Now for the past two weeks, I've moved on to bigger and better things. Oh wait! Bacteria and viruses are not bigger neither are they better. I think at the end of these two weeks, I would become a serious germophobe by the time I done. Infact, I've purchased a good antibacterial hand sanitizer which I have been using generously. Since I've adopted blogville folks as my new virtual family, I just have to share these small must-knows with you.

Ladies! Ladies!! Ladies!!!, u absolutely HAVE to wipe from the front to the back, and NEVER in the reverse, cos u taking bacteria from ur GI tract (Anus) to the Vajajay, and the bacteria from both sides are not that compatible- yes, bacteria from BOTH areas.
Fellas! Fellas!! Fellas!!! Please if you think you have carried 'gono", tell your partners, at least for the sake of their unborn babies to come. And you guys know you know when you have it because… women are spared all that hassle- they don't know when they have it. Gonorrhea can get into the baby's eyes on the way through the birth canal and can cause irreversable blindness,. I don't know if they do this in naija.
Your doctor can tell when you've been giving BJ's and generally sticking your mouth where they shouldn't be.
People! People!! People!!! Antibiotics don't cure headaches. Actually my teacher is nigerian, so I know he was referring to nigerians when he was talking about people who self-medicate with antibiotics for everything! If you take antibiotics when you don't need it, the bacteria in your body become resistant to it, and when you do need it, they start singing MC hammer in your body: can't touch this!, Moreover improperly administered dose of anitbiotics can kill you, just ask the family of Katie Tyra, they can tell you more.
By this time, I'm guessing you would have looked up and realized that my blog name has changed. Yes, but the contents still remain the same. More like going from NEPA to PHCN or from "The nigerian Police Force" to "The Nigerian Police".

Her first Kiss

Boy meets girl, boy likes girl. They go out on a romantic date, and at the end of the date he takes her back home, and at the door, he leans across and gently presses a kiss to her lips waiting for her invitation. She has been waiting for it, and also leans in. He deepens the kiss, and she kisses him back , akwardly at first, since this is her first time. The moment feels so right, she bends her knees….

That was how she imagined her first kiss until that child predator-Godwin- ruined it for her!. Needless to say, it couldn't have gone more horribly wrong. I mean, he could have scarred her for life! Here's how it happened:
It was in computer school- she didn't even know why she bothered attending the stupid school. However, she had just finished high school, and was quite jobless in the months that followed graduation. Computer school was just a way to get out of the house, and do something. she couldn't even remember the name of the school sef- it was that bad. She had this teacher called Godwin. He must have been one of those university students who were at home because of the strike. There's no point saying he wasn't cute- cos he was. She just didn’t see guys like that . As far as she was concerned, he was her teacher. He couldn't be cute, he couldn't be sexy, he could only be the teacher.

Of course she knew Godwin liked her, everybody knew, what with the furtive glances he kept giving her, and the tone of his voice whenever he talked to her. However, everybody knew the assistant manager also liked him. She must have been slightly older or right about his age, that was like almost 10 years older than she was. she was just a miserly 15 at that time. Naïve, innocent, and ... Naïve. Never kissed a guy before. Actually, kissing ranked high on her list of disgusting things to do.
It was going to be her last exam she would take with Godwin being the instructor. There were two parts to the exam, the written part and the practical part. She finished the actual design and Godwin came to check it.

He was like," You didn't do this, minus 10 points, you didn't highlight, minus another 10…"
By the time he was done, he had "minused" like 25 points , out of llike 50 points. Being the over achiever that she was, she was naturally pissed off,and wasn't hiding it. She slammed the mouse on the computer.

He then said, "come and take your written exam in my office"
When she got into the office, he was sort of seating at the edge of the table, he then goes," why are you frowning?"
In her head she was like: Duh!
He pulled her over to himself and was like "is it because of the exam, oya, what do u want to score"
she told him, " I want to score what my work deserves "
Before you could say Jack Robinson, Godwin's lips were firmly planted on her lips. She slams her mouth shut. For where? Godwin was a pro! he bit gently on her lower lip,and as she opened her mouth for a fraction of a second to shout yee! Godwin had slipped his tongue into her mouth and his hands were fightling with the buttons on her blouse.

She felt so horribly disgusted! To make matters worse, the dimwit didn't have the common sense to lock the door, and she had to experience the embarassment of someone walking in on him while he was defiling her! Needless to say,she was thoroughly embarassed.

She was a kiss virgin dammit! and was saving it for Tyson Beckford!!

People who Blog are jobless!

That's what my friend told me today. I was jejely reading boorish's blog in class, and I was going to show him something I thought he should see. my bad.
I'm all for letting people have their opinions and all that ish, but if you have such an opinion, it just ...
I don't say people that watch sports are jobless, I don't say people that watch Anime are jobless(even though a part of me thinks so), I don't say
"...who wants to hear about how xxx your life is..."
carlang wants to, so does bighead, and owumi
Is it that my fault that I like to write, and I choose to share what I write with a whole bunch of people. I tried to explain that I don't write a diary, I just write. Not to say there's anything wrong with an online diary, but he just wasn't listening.
Then I thought of all my favorite bloggers (you know who you are) and I got angry (talk about righteous anger!). On the real though I don't care too much for putting people down because of their preferences and for no reason whatsoever.
What do u think? Are bloggers jobless people?

I must have pulled this out of my a**, but...

By now, you would have realized that I have given up posting "In Da House". I'm tired of it. If you want to know how it ends, send me a message and I'll send it to you by email.
Rather, I want to blog about one of my teachers. I actually wrote this entry yesterday, and the confirmation that I had to blog about it came today. I was talking with one of my friends, and he said he wonders why students make a big deal of their female teachers sleeping with them. They are supposed to consider themselves lucky, according to him.

This just reminded me about male teachers making passes at me. I am usually smart enough to brush it off, but here was one that took me years to figure out.


For some reason I feel the need to blog about one particular teacher of mine-mr M. ( sadly, enough, I'm still too scared to mention his name, cos I'm still secretly scared of him.

Here is a short bio on the guy: r. M should have been in his 50s at that time-roughly about 6 years ago. No one really knew his age,but he was clearly an old man. Mr. M taught chemistry, and he was good at what he did. You could NEVER fail WAEC chemistry if Mr. M was your teacher. He was also Ghanian. He was so smart, he knew something about every random thing. Sounds like the ideal teacher? Wait, everyone was scared of him. He was so eccentric, and could turn on you at any moment.

At that time, I was in 12th grade and I was 14 going on 15. I liked my teacher, but my teacher liked me. I knew not.

One day, I went to his lab to help him set up for our exams, actually it was three of us- two other guys and myself. After a couple of mins, Mr.M decided he needed a smoke and set out to get one. Right before he left however, my high school crush-hereafter to be referred to as Crush- comes in. We(four of us, students) leave the lab, unknown to us, the other two dudes came back.

Mr M. comes back and doesn't find me and Crush in the lab, and then he goes ballistic! Calling Crush all sorts of names in the book, saying " HE CAME HERE, AND TOOK THE GIRL AWAY"- in his fiercest ghanian voice.

After I finish high school, Mr. M persuades me to write the SATs, I do. He writes me the best recommendation EVER, and every time I come to school for my transcripts, he personally goes to the school office to make sure it is processed hastily. I must have made those visits to school like 6 times. Each time, Mr. M insists on giving me transport fare. I collect it cos I'm scared he's going to go Kamikazee on me. At first he gives me $50, it costs $10 to get me home, @30 at the most. Then he gives me $100, then $200, then $500. When I pass the SATs (with the best score in the country at that time- He told me that), he insists on giving me "a gift", I refuse his offer of a bottle of wine, then he says he would buy me a wrist watch. No shaking.

On my birthday, he gives my sister $2000 and a birthday card to give to me. At this point, I am terrified, and I stop going to school because I don't know how to refuse his 'transport fare".
When I finally got into school in the US, I go to school to tell him. He then gives me his address and says I should come and "visit" him at home. I said ok… and then I disappeared.

I told this story to one of my friends and he said ;'duh! He liked you". I don’t want to believe this cos I still want to hold on to the idea of Mr. M being the best teacher ever. I haven't been able to tell anyone this until recently, cos I don't want to believe anything that bad about him.
I wonder what would have happened if I had gone to "visit" him at home. Would he have made an actual pass at me? Tried to touch me? Eww! I can't even conjure up the image!

PS: this is the abbreviated version of the story.

Monday at last!

That's right. I'm excited about monday. Quite odd, you may say, but it's true. you see, monday is usually exam day. I'm not excited about the exams, but this is the only day I have nothing to study. I read so much this weekend, my head hurts. It's quite scary to think that I would have to be doing this for another 3-4 years. jeez!
On a lighter note, I was going to blog about reality tv, but I really don't feel up to it.
I'm outties!

Falling in Love on Blogspot

Not being able to post is taking a toll on me men, this has to be the most random post I'll ever make.

why didn't I discover blogspot earlier ehn? Now I'm up to my neck in work, and it seems like there's a thousand and one blogs out there, waiting to be read. In my free time... I take that back, despite my busy schedule, I now log on to blogspot (several times during the day), just to read people's blog.
so, I was on blogspot one day like that, and I was checking out some babe's blog, that's how I said lemme check her comments, so I clicked on the comment, and then I was on someone else's blog, then I clicked on his comments, and I was on another person's blog, then i checked the comments, then I was on another blog, like that ..... If you differentiate the sum of the blogs I went through, with respect to the first blog I was on, then you now integrate partially within the appriopriate limits, .... dang! (the days of calculus!)

ok! so what I'm trying to say is this, I ended up on someone's blog. ok, it's a guy. omigosh! the dude is a baaaaaaaad writer, I mean he's just awesome. I'm a sucker for good writing skills, in my opinion it sort of means one is a good conversationalist, if not better.

Anyways, I did a Sherlock Holmes on him, i.e his blog and liked what I saw. Very soon, I started stalking his blog. I think I might even have left a comment or two. Like the crack addict I've become, I check everytime on blogspot to see if he has updated. And ... (let me get a handkerchief)... and he has refused to update his blog. Now I'm suffering from withdrawal symptomps!

I feel jilted! how dare he! someone better tell him to update asap or else, I'mma leave his behind for another...

I have decided...I need a sugar daddy!

my internet just came back up couple of mins ago, so my studying is officially over! As usual, I've spent the week thinking up random things to blog about, and I must say, I was pretty creative. em... I just forgot about everything! if it was u nko? free me jare!

I have an exam tomorrow, and I seriously need to be studying. I just don't feel like it. It's frigging Medicine and Society. It's what they'll call Community Medicine in naija, and it basically consists of lectures coming to tell us the most random things, in a 3 hour span.One of them was telling us about how he usually has 'play time' with his wife! can anyone say TMI?

So, I have like 12 powerpoint lectures to read (each lecture is an average of 50 slides). The chances are looking grim. Upon say person wan become docki? Which leads me to the title of this post. I'm thinking of considering the easy route... A sugar daddy. Emphasis on the word Sugar. does anyone know where I could find one?

reckon Hugh Hefner got any more space at the Playboy mansion?

ANTM and My "Guy-Radar"

connective tissue is calling out to me, but I refuse to answer. asko! Kierzenbaum (my histology book) is making eyes at me, but nah! you can wait. I'm sick and tired of studying, so I'm taking a 'study-break' to gossip on the internet. It's so hard to study when there's internet, heck! it's even harder to pay attention in class to a professor with a monotonous voice when I can be on Facebook, checking my emails for the ....60th time? or reading random blogs.

Yesterday was the season premiere of ANTM (America's Next Top Model), and as I'm really into modeling, I had to watch it. Problem was, it started at 8pm and babe was still in the library then. Thank God I had it recorded. yay! for comcast DVR

The real reason I wanted to watch ANTM was because I knew someone on the show. There's this acquaintance of mine- we r not really best buddies but we worked a fashion show together- I heard she's on the show. By default, I'm rooting for her. After watching the show, I don't know about her chances of winning, but I'm still rooting for her.

There are other girls that look prettier, i saw her walk on the show, and I knew she could walk better than what she did. Neways, more importantly, I just felt that she was acting different. Maybe its because of the camera, but anytime the camera was on her, she became a little over-animated for me, almost like a new person.

I didn't really get to know her outside of rehearsals, but I don't remember her being that loud, I'm also scared that she's going to be boxed into this "african-girl-looking" box, but I gues I'll keep my fingers crossed.

So to the 'guy-radar thingy'. Did I see some ears twitch? some backs straighten? haba! amebo too do you! anyways, the 'guy-radar' (name coined by my friends) is this antenna like or radar like thing that 'picks' up fine guys at close frequency. ok,, you got me. It's just basically scoping guys, shotan?. Don't act like you don't do it, we all do it. and who says a girl can't scope? abeg, what is good for the gander is also good for the goose!

Scoping is not only for guys jare. I know a lot of guys have problems being 'scoped'. Don't worry, we don't do it as lecherously as y'all do it. At least, I keep it PG-13. Anyways, for some reason I've been noticing cute guys everywhere. In my class, in the hallways, generally everywhere... and yes, in the library!!! . It seems like there's an infestation of cute guys everywhere, help!

It all started during the date auction, that was when the scales fell off my eyes, and I noticed that I was swimming in a myriad of cute, sexy and smart guys.

DISCLAIMER: I don't think any dirty thoughts when I scope guys, I just appreciate the beauty, sexiness, ruggedness and even nerdiness of the guys I scope. It's like I just discovered a new form of art! you should try some scoping, PG-13 one though, it's fun.

I used to be afraid to scope, it almost felt like I was cheating on my boyfriend or I was doing something dirty. Until I grew out of that feeling, a guilty chill always went down my spine. Let's face it though, ALL guys do scope, some even scope with their girlfriends sitting next to them! not to talk about all the dirty, nasty things going through their minds, ewww!

In short, my 'Guy-radar' is in overdrive. gtg!

PS: I'm so done with my cute-nerd crush...

see me see trouble o!

Amebo!, isn't that why you stopped to read the blog. Don't be shy, we all do it. Ameboism is a fundamental right of anybody, so don't be shy if u r excercising your right. oya, quickly go and microwave that popcorn, or is it guguru? I'll wait, don't forget to grab a can of soda while you're at it..... are you back? Alright, let's carry go.

So, this past saturday I went on a date. I call it a date cos I got dressed up and everything, and I was pretty much bored studying for 10 straight hours, I was glad for the break.

so my date picks me up, and we drive to downtown DC to this fab restaurant called xxxxx (on revision, i have removed the name of the restaurant, this age that any Tom, Dick and Mariah has internet, I don't want to be sued o!), or something like that. I noticed when we got there was that we were the only black people in the restaurant. The first thing that crossed my mind was, ope o! thank God I dressed up, and didn't come in some jeans and casual sturves, cos these oyinbos (for PC sake), you might not know but most of them are watching you, waiting for you to fuck up.

Neways, the waitress comes with the menu, the menu had first course, second course blah blah

sexy date: *scans the menu* do we have to order a first course

waitress: No,

SD: alright, we'll have the .... (and then he orders, i can't even remember the name of the food)
waitress: what would you be having ma'am

(emi naa the ma'am abi?)

me: I'll have the same thing

waitress: alright, that would be about 20 minutes

SD: 20 minutes?

waitress: yes

SD: (scans the menu again)

waitress: yes, we prepare our meals from the scratch and that takes about 20 minutes. but we have an open bar (points in the direction of the bar) where the menu is less formal and you can order stuff like pasta, burgers. The seating is less formal also (points to the row benches behind her)

SD: how long will that take?

waitress: it takes 20 minutes also, everything comes from the same kitchen and its prepared fresh also

Me: (trying not to eye her), thanks, but we'll stay here!

can you imagine! pekele pekele arugbo je gbese tani o san? I think it's because we were the only black people in the restaurant. SD doesn't think so, but that's my story and I'm sticking to it! I was so pissed off. I told SD I felt like causing a scene, but he said I don't have it in me. On my way out though, I did see one other black guy but he was sitting in that bar area. The waitress probably thought we missed our road, she was profiling us, and I wasn't having that.

When we were done, SD wanted to tip her. In my opinion she didn't deserve any tip cos she insulted us! as fate would have it *insert evil grin* he didn't have change for a $20, so he tipped her $3 or something.

As we were walking out of the restaurant, I saw one other black man in the restaurant, and guess where he was.... yup! u're right, AT THE BAR

Cute sexy nerds...

ok, so I made a conscious decision to make sure I'm not too far from blogger, and blog at least once a week. I have an exam on monday, so I really need to be doing some studying or sleeping. I'm constantly tired, and blogging is high up there on my mind, but I don't have the time to do it. I finally got internet at my place. I don't know what to write but ...
ok, so it seems like my "guy radar" is working overload, because i've been doing a lot of scoping lately. I've been scoping guys in my class, the 2nd year class, the library, it's been ridiculous! so there's this one guy that I've been scoping for weeks now, and the reason is: He looks like a nerd!... but a cute one at that. Everything nerdy he does is so cute. I'm a sucker for cute sexy nerds. His glasses, his mannerisms are so... omigosh!, so I started searching for other cute nerds, you know, variety is the spice of life. I found a couple actually, but they don't compare to this first gu. I think it's because he reminds me so much of my biggest high school crush, so I'm reverse transcribing my crush onto Al.....
neways, I'm feeling sleepy, and I have a long day ahead of me tomorrow, I mean its not easy being a stalker!

To blog or not to blog?

"Oya, pack your things and get out of my house!", "whore!!"

"From today onwards, consider yourself an orphan, you have no parents!"

"I'm sorry, we made a mistake earlier on, but we won't be able to offer you this job"

These are some of the things I think about, when I want to blog. To write a honest blog, straight from my heart, following the rhythm as my heart beats and my weary fingers jab the keyboards. But no!. Even though I think people hardly read my blog, there's no doubt some other people would stumble on it. This age when employers google people up, and check their facebook websites. What if I want to run for office someday and some overzealous googler finds some dirt on me from what i've written? The possibilities are endless.
I don't even know what to call my blog? i don't even know what to write about. I want to write without being confined to a box. I want to write what I feel like writing. I want to write about everything and anything.

i've been thinking about this for a very long time now. I want to challenge myself, I WANT TO WRITE A BOOK. ok, I've said it. I don't know if I can do it, what it would be all about, whether II'll get bored halfway through it and stop. I want to do something different. It could be a collection of short stories or something, but i guess I'll figure it out someday.

I want to make new friends.

i don't want anybody to read my blog

i want everybody to read my blog

i want a poster size picture of me hanging above my bed... I know, say it, I'm vain, whatever!

alright, I'm off to study!

THE MODERN DAY CINDRE STORY

There was this girl, she was a heiress, and she was the most eligible bachelorette in the town. All men from far and wide wanted to hook up with her cos she was beautiful, rich and she was the bomb!.Anyways, so when she found out that she couldn't find the most suitable bachelor for herself, she organized a sweet sixteen party. It was going to be the party of the year. So she invited all the hot bachelors in the town to the party.Meanwhile, there was this dude called Cindre. He was living with his wicked uncle. He was made to do all the work in the house. He fed the kids, had to clean the whole house, and was generally mistreated by his wicked uncle and his wife.This dude heard about the party that the heiress was throwing and he really wanted to attend the party. However, there was a slight glitch. Even though he had come of age, he still had a curfew. His uncle required him to be home at 6pm. In the event that he had someplace to go to, he had to inform his uncle three days in advance, and even at that he had to be home by 9pm at the most. He really wanted to go to party. So the day of the party arrived. Everybody that was everybody was there. All the frat boys were there , even the knights were there- hoping to be the heiress' "knight in shining armour". The DJ (T-Boogie) got the crowd hyped, everybody was on the dancefloor getting their grind on. All the guys were in a battle over who would dance with the heiress. Our guy didn't know how to dance but he could try. The Heiress noticed that the dude wasn't trying to struggle to dance with her, so she walked up to him and asked for a dance.On the dance floor, my guy was really trying to get the steps right so as not to embarass himself. However, babe herself was a stepper, so he had to do more than try. After a couple of tracks: Snap your fingers,... Lean with it,.... It's going down.... the babe was really getting into dancing with our guy regardless of the fact- or because of the fact- that he couldn't dance as well as she could.Then, my guy looked at his wristwatch, and discovered it was almost 9pm! chei! It was almost past his curfew, but was the babe was really feeling him.. but if he broke his curfew, his uncle would show him hell, and his aunt would make sure that he didn't eat in that house for the next three days!Faced with no choice, my guy used scope to get lost in the crowd. As he figured that the Paris Hil...-my bad!- the heiress couldn't see him anymore, he made a dash for the door. He ran like the forces of hell were pursuing him (my guy didn't have a car) back home.Meanwhile, the party ended and the heiress already knew that she wanted the-funny-dancing-dude to be her beau. However, she forgot to get his number, she had to find him at all costs. So she googled him, but he returned no matches. Determined not to be deterred, she went on hi5, but the process was too complicated. Then, she went on Facebook. Alas, she found a picture where someone tagged him. She got his details off of facebook, facebook-messaged him, and generally tracked him down.She sent for him and poured her heart to him. She proposed a relationship and he accepted and he moved in with her into her Taj Mahal penthouse apartment. And Cindre and Par.- the heiress- lived happily ever after till.... ~to be continued...

Three weeks down!!!

It seemed just like yesterday when orientation started. Time seems to fly when you're having fun....psyc! fun ko, fun ni. I know I created this blog to release tension and stress, and what not, but I've not had the time to faithfully blog about the things I want to.
First things first, let me run you through my first week of school. First, orientation was looooooooong! haba! the thing went on and on forever! we had activities planned out for every minute of the day, down to bathroom schedule (ok, it wasn't that bad) but I felt like I was in high school all over again. I got to meet some real nice people and some over-sabi dudes like that. One of the most annoying moments was when during orientation, one dude in the class got up and asked "when is our first exam?". I felt like slapping him right there and then. You haven't even started lectures yet you are asking about the exam.
*** next day***
I sort of lost my train of thoughts, but med school is fun. I seemed to have devoloped my enthusiasm a lil late cos I really wasn't too excited about school starting before, now (when everyone's excitement has died down), Boomsy is now excited.
I almost lost the excitement while preparing for my first exam. There is this myth that is usually propagated that most med students fail their first exams. Actually, its so widespread that most people just expected to fail. The exam wasn't bad at all, and I actually expect to pass.
I'm writing this in class, so I'm probably not paying attention to some info that I might need to save your life. Before I go, some random last lines:

* I got to med school and I realized that I had ADD

* Dem Blasted Dental Students have started school.... now there'll be more struggle for parking

*gtg!

secret continuation to idh

Akin was bored out of his mind. He had been in the hospital for a week now. The doctors had refused to let him go home. They said they were running some tests, and they should be getting the test results today. Bimbo had been discharged yesterday, and he couldn't wait to get back to her. The accident had been really hard on her, and the lady who had hit them...
He hadn't really gotten round to speaking with her yet. All he knew was that she was brought in with them. He also overheard that she got it real bad. Not that she didn't deserve it. His life had been pretty perfect when she ruined it.

She was in the room next door, and he heard that she was unconscious. He decided to just take a peep, at least just to see what the woman who had almost killed him looked like. Gently, he opened the door and peered into her room.
what the heck, he couldn't see her clearly. He could just come in and stand by her bed, not that she'd notice, at least she was unconscious...

He stepped into the room, and trying his best not to make any sounds, carefully tiptoed to the bed. She had her back to him, so he couldn't really see her face. Still tiptoeing, he moved to the other side of the bed.

She didn't look like a killer. She didn't look crazy either. She looked... confused? even troubled? and she looked beautiful, just as if she was just sleeping. He almost felt sorry for her. She just lay there, not moving.

Akin was beginning to feel just a lil bit too comfortable in the room. He had this overwhelming need to run his fingers through her hair. You know, just to let her know everything'll be alright.

Gosh! her hair felt soft, too soft for someone who's been unconscious for a week. She had thick, long and silky jet black hair.

Kunbi's eyes flicked open. It took a minute for her to recognize where she was. Her surroundings were pristine white, and the light was too bright. She immediately shut her eyes, but she had it open long enough to realize that this looked nothing like her room! She tried to move her legs, but they felt like they were made of lead. Then it hit her. She was in a hospital! how did she get there? she had no idea. Next, she tried her mouth, but her mouth was too dry to get anything audible out.
After like 2 minutes when Kunbi's eyes had gotten used to the light (which was not that bright by the way, aka, she was just tripping), Kunbi opened her eyes and was startled to see a stranger, albeit a very cute one, standing over her and running his hands through her hair.

'hnmnn" , Kunbi finally managed to grunt
Akin jumped back veeery startled. Damn! wasn't she supposed to be unconscious?!

"I'm sorry... I just came in to say hello.... had no idea...." Akin mumbled incoherently

"umn... I... its..... "Kunbi whispered, not really making any sense either. Her mouth was having a lil trouble catching up with her eyes.

"I guess I have to call the nurse or doctor or both!"
Akin dashed out of the room, and in a little while returned with a doctor and nurse in tow. He lasted all of 30 seconds in the room, before he was promptly removed.

After 2hours, Akin was given a clean bill of health, and was told he could leave. He couldn't resist asking about the lady. Everything had happened so fast, that he hadn't really caught her name. He decided he'd just wait a while, at least just to make sure she was ok. The nurse said he should be able to see her in an hour's time.
It seemed like forever, but then an hour passed. The door was opened, but he knocked still. Trying to go for a better second impression

"who's that? come in " A very faint voice whisphered from inside.

If Akin was not listening quite intently he wouldn't have heard it.

"Hi, I just came to check up on you before leaving"

"That's rather nice of you, but I don't know you"

"Oh, I forgot we haven't been formally introduced, I'm Akin, the one you took a swipe at his life"

If Kunbi was hurt, her face showed no expressison.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to." Kunbi replied, averting her eyes. The accident was still a blur in her mind, and up till a couple of mins ago, she wasn't even aware that there were other people involved in the accident.

"I'll forgive you on one premise"

"and what might that be?" Kunbi asked

"On the premise that you tell me what you were thinking about, that made you distracted"

Omigosh! up till now she had completely forgotten about the pregnancy test! she wasn't even sure whether she was pregnant or not. She might as well come clean and tell him . Afterall, she didn't know him, and she was dying to tell someone anyways.

Taking a deep breath, and Kunbi started talking. " I was on my way from church, and I stopped by to pick a pregnancy test. I was consumed with panic at the thought that I might be pregnant"

"Why would yo panic at the thought of being pregnant, that would be a good thing innit?"

"No, I don't want to be pregnant, and even if I was, I probably lost the pregnancy in the accident"

Akin was not understanding her, what woman wouldn't want to be a mother. Anyways, he chose not to pressure her with questions.

"I'm sorry that you feel this way, I have to leave though. Would it be alright with you if I stop by tomorrow evening?" Akin asked.

"I'd appreciate that"

After exchanging a few pleasantries, Akin left the hospital. bothered and intruiged. Shortly after he left, the Doctor (Doctor Bunmi, aka me!!!) walked into the room.

"Miss peters" she began, "As part of the routine tests we ran on you when you were brought in, we ran a pregnancy test. I must tell you that you were bleeding heavily as a result of the accident, but your baby survived the accident. Ms Peters, I'm happy to inform you that you are four weeks pregnant!

Insomnia

So here I am, 2:00am sunday morning writing a blog. I have to be at church in 7hrs, so this is pretty much bad timing. I'll save the intromimo for later on in the day cos right now, zzzzzs r me!