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OVERCOMING the FRIGHT

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EPISODE two - By Acetyl

The fear of my pre mbbs results is the beginning of failure as it kept giving me tachycardia....about three proximal 50s..."kini katigbo". Even when I know mine was still better, I just couldn't compare myself with others when it comes to examinations.

My kitchen utensils went on strike as I could not spare a second getting dishes ready myself when I have aunty Latifat at the pepsi bar whose readily prepared jollof mixed with fried rice would always sustain every worms in my GIT.

After reading for hours, and almost got tired...I said to myself. "what doesn't kill a man will only make him stronger"..."we will do it anyhow it comes noni". Even when someone like Akinola (HOD-Anatomy) is there with his dreadful physiologically related anatomy questions and Prof Adesokan clinically related applied biochemistry questions.

The paper we had the next day was Integrated papers (IP) but it didn't worth spending much time on as my IP pre-mb results was ok even if I have 30/100. I kept preparing for anatomy trickish theory and confusing mcq questions. Akinola wouldn't just let us rest till we passed his anatomy exam.

At about few minutes past noon, of a day to the exam day. I carried my IP and started re-cramming what I already crammed in my first and second COBES exam giving less privilege to the inclusive pharmacology aspect since it carried just few percentage.
Hypoglycemia set in after some time and I had to lay down myself to rest placing my china phone whose speaker is so loud that it can wake you up at the first tone, close to my right external ear . I refuse to allow devil to use me...

It woke me up at around 3 am as set. I had my bath and cried to my God to ease the already high tension and dilate the constricted blood vessels. Who knows if it actually led to the release of some NO ( nitric oxide - a vasodilator).


.....to be continued.....



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