ACETYLATED WRITINGS

It is a common belief that most Nigerian men when married develop big stomach. Regardless of the popular old saying that "give money to the one with big stomach", there are many factors responsible for this and the impacts on their health which this essay will demonstrate. The major factor is probably physical inactivity or lack of exercise. Most Nigerian men change their normal routine following marriage in order to suit their spouses. For instance, they limit activities like sporting, biking, footballing because they do not want to get injured. Furthermore, big stomach has been scientifically attributed to high intake of carbohydrate diets. Most Nigerian house wives believe cooking high carbohydrate diets like pounded yam and yellow garri assorted with lots of meats is a good way to take care of their husbands. In addition to this, there is high intake of fatty foods that also contribute with increase body fats. Lastly, stress is also a factor responsible for th

A story of betrayal -  'How the Fulani's  betrayed Afonja, the Are-Ona-Kakanfo of Yoruba land to conquer Ilorin. Pic 1 : Shehu Alimi Ilorin was a Yoruba town which was originally used as a military outpost by the Alaafin, the  supreme ruler of the old Oyo empire (Oyo-Ile). At the period of creation, Ilorin was administered by Afonja, the sixth Are-Ona-Kakanfo of the Oyo army. Pic 2 : Àfònjá It was from this outpost that Afonja carried out military duty's for the then Alaafin named Aole, also called Arogangan (translated as the mean one). Aole reigned between 1789 and 1796. It was during this period that Shehu Alimi, a Fulani cleric, arrived Ilorin with some of his tribesmen and were all welcomed and hosted by Afonja. Pic 3: Alaafin Aole After a while, conflict broke out between Alaafin Aole and  Afonja. Alaafin Aole ordered Afonja to attack a town named Iwere-Ile which to Afonja was a suicidal mission. He adamantly refused because a curs

Oyingbo, our dear environ, Full of buildings made of wood, Joined together to form a shelter, For hustler who work with swagger. Our nights are slept with one eye, In fear of burning fire, That destroy our houses, Till it's out, we have no choice. Dreaming, we dare not witness, Whether sweet or bitter, We can not specify, So as to secure our earned right. Street is full of big brothers, Who rob civilians with guns nd cutlass. They tend to beg after being caught, In the name of un employment. Lagos, my beloved state, Always happy to hear d phrase. "Born and bread in Lagos", Like it's a 1credit course. Clubs, bars, beach we do attend, To relieve stress at weekend, With our family, friends and knights, Most especially on Friday nights. Lagos carnival, you'll not dare to miss, With stars playing on cheese. The music we do rock, Like it's an exam mock. Ten -15yrs they become rascals. Our girls, who wanna be bizgirls, They abort and later go into comma.

House job, an 11 months slavery in disguise with a month of nursing wounds and injury. A bitter and as well experience - filled period garnished with some exciting moments. Life lessons are learned by the job, ensuring lives are saved and diseases are cured at the expense of your own health.  "From inability to let well alone; from too much zeal for the new and contempt for what is old; from putting knowledge before wisdom, science before art and cleverness before common sense; from treating patients as cases; and from making the cure of the disease more grievous than the endurance of the same, Good Lord, deliver us." - Sir Robert Hutchinson, It took seven months post medical school to secure a spot in the one year housemanship training, after applying to several hospitals. Fate of a 4th class citizen is to apply, vibes, inshaa Allah, rinse and repeat. When the son of nobody wants to become some body. It started on a soft spot with the paed