OVERCOMING the FRIGHT

EPISODE five - By Acetyl

Physiology practical came...the most deterring exams where we had to answer an SAQ question under 40seconds...who does that? It was more or less like racing for the Olympics in the so called stupid-chase ( stipple chase).

At the bch practical exams, I couldn't find the indicator used in the titration and was made to fabricate one from my thinking centre.

After all these, I nearly gave up on the exams after reviewing the flaws committed - some questions were left un- answered, many were wrongly answerd. That on the day of the viva exams....I was ready for dazing from the external examiner who asked me to move stuff on gross of skull and embryology of the stomach...I was flatly dazed in physiology but not in IP...some mates started crying cos their emotion centres couldn't bear the "you don't know anything" slogan from the examiners.

We finished the exams...we finished the race but we haven't yet received medal as our fate still lied in the after-exam faculty board sitting. We are about to cross the red-sea patiently waiting like Israelites waiting for Moses's green light.

None of us could go home after the exams as we all hung around waiting to hear the result of the exam. Our prayers grew more and even fasting inclusive thinking they might change our committed flaws...

After some weeks, the result was finally pasted on the notice board at the faculty block, and we all saw for ourselves our results and that's how Moses's green light appeared enabling us to be the new clinical students.

Thank God for Overcoming the Freaking Fright.

.....End.

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APONBEPORE...an encounter

Episode One - By Acetyl APONBEPORE is a yoruba pynegyry which literally means a lady whose complexion looks like the colour of palm oil; mostly used for a beauty. Left to me and some other active guys, our sense of visions are used in stylishly assessing the beauty of anything that passes satisfying our limbic system of emotions. It was on a very busy Monday morning when the school just began a new academic session. As freshers, we were seated calmly at the 200- seater geology lecture theatre (GLT) awaiting the arrival of Mrs Okorie - an old, persuasive, English lecturer in her late 50s who always used half of the time to call attendance and the other half to make us read from the GNS textbook. After few minutes before the arrival of the lecturer, a young lady in her 20s walked in through the main door which was just at my 10 o' clock. What a beauty to be amazed, it left me looking skeptical wondering if such being had ever been created. She represented a perfect icon

NOTHING SPOIL...

They beef while I smile When I laugh, they bleed At the end of it Nothing spoil My presence, an headache My movement, a migraine When I joke, they cry Nothing spoil In a corner, they meet To gist and backbite About why I progress But nothing spoil When you hate, I know Even if it doesn't show Pls don't stop hating Cos I get motivated I may not be handsome But I'm cool I may not be gentle But I'm caring I may not be stuffy But very well loaded I mean very well Cos nothing spoil I'm not bothered but bored That's why I put down some words In case it may serve as record After all nothing spoil

Bleeding Vessel

I'm a loner on this street I'm a hustler without bills No strong thing, no hard feelings Just yet to locate a heart beat With same rhythm on my ECG Been single, is not a real deal But going alone to see a movie Not even with a paid side chick Every day, getting loved is a film trick Confused me, oh confused inner peace Even a lion gets a lioness Also a man from village, without digress Will eventually get a mistress Out of the things that put man in distress Being loved by the one you love, is priceless In my diary, is going to Soweto Not to buy corn or potato But to be by your side as a commando Without much ado Let's say, I win a lotto Don't leave me chattered Like an alcoholic with ataxia Don't let my heart beat faster It may cause an atrial flutter With a pulse that's irregularly irregular - Acetyl

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