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Inducting


Today I get my MBBS
After studying for years
Amidst many sleepless nights
And late night hunger cramps
For a 270 units medical course

Anatomy taught us bones structure
Physiology emphasis on body function
Medicine is a course of high honour
After going through some hard torture
With no rest like a day old fetus

My colleagues will be my family
Our struggles will be my memory
Which are well carved in my diary
Our love to heal is till eternity
Caring for ourselves with no hard feelings

We place our teachers in high esteem
Who took us as child and not as apprentices
From class to personal life teachings
To be doctors with good clinical skills
In px management and not just history taking

All of the teachings we highly appreciate
May we never be an ingrate
May we observe the teachings of hippocrates
Our fore father in medicine who is late
May you go higher without delay

My heart sober
My brain tells it not to bother
My colleagues who we ain't now together
Pls keep fighting cos you are soldier
We pray you all ace in life endeavours

Unilorin is now my alma mater
Since I joined the association of alumni
Of a school that is better by far
That taught us learning and character
Like salt in stew, it makes our life better

May my legs lead me home
When I get lost abode
On the journey of no return
Under circumstances with zero reform
It's not byebye but see you again. 

- Acetyl 23/01/2020

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