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 be...

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...

Ìlorin Ni The age long emirate dynasty Founded on a land sparse and arid By Ojo, a renowned blacksmith With few houses and lovely people Ìlorin Ni Emirate is our kinsghip title Al Qur'an is our foremost treasury  Studying and committing it to memory And Tirahs with different life meanings Ìlorin Ni A place not too close to the desert But the sun scotch and hit us hard A place not too close to the water beds But when it rains, it brings blessings forth Ìlorin Ni Our ancient houses are made of mud From little water mixed with mother earth As defence against intruders' gun shots During inter racial conflicts and several wars Ìlorin Ni Where everyone lives as one family We are not just nice, but very lovely With strangers finding us very accommodating Our women are nice and our foods are treaty Ìlorin Ni Our last kobo can be spent on party  Every weekend, someone must get married This, we value and keep its sweet memory As one of the few treasures which we cherish Ìlor...

Dear Valentine  We make hay when the sun shines Even when you're nice and kind  It cannot get you a good ride Cos without money, you're broke, niggre Dear Valentine  You left singles in the wonderland Who cannot but go to places like shrine To while away their worries with time With a cool background disco track Dear Valentine  Rest in heaven and not hell fire  February 14, a day to remember For lovers even when it's illlegal With results showing in the -ember* Dear Valentine  It only takes two to tango To enjoy the atmosphere that bubbles With night that comes with the cuddle Thus, getting in will not be a riddle Dear Valentine  It takes two to tango It takes a wise one to be single And not ready to mingle Like a baboon in the jungle, with shingles Dear Valentine  We can't be single forever  Looking back, the journey is too far All alone we can go to the soundbar Eat shawarma and take some chilled star - Acetyl (Feb., 2020) In ce...

Sisi Eko Brown skin girl, not choco Your smile is your logo With white dentition, like you won lotto Each day, you look fresh like a ripe cocoa It's natural, a beauty without photo Sisi Eko A woman in her prime Your touch as sweet as red wine Your smile as bright as the sunshine Leaving you will be as sour as lime I don't mind if loving you is a crime Sisi Eko Like a colicky abdominal pain That waxes and wanes My love for you should not be in vain This is not just mundane Love is battle, says Lil Wayne Sisi Eko Within a limited niche We can go to the beach On horses that move like 4G swift Digging the shore with their hooves With me at your back like a king Sisi Eko Our love is not blind In this city it's one of a kind Every morning of the day I want to wake up with you at my bay Without having to beg you to stay. - Acetyl, 2019

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 n...

If we never get tired Of our struggle that has no bound And our hustle with hard labour Like a nulligravida in the labour ward We will soar higher in the green pasture If we never get tired Of the dreams yet to be achieved And the races we're yet to win Like ManU, the UK based team Eventually, we'll win some trophy If we never get tired Of the giant books which we read And the boring lectures which we attend Like a scholar, that wants to win an award Acing the exams will always be our reward If we never get tired Of the 7-9 work without delay And our family who left us astray Like a lost lullaby roaming the bay We may be rich like world richest Billgate If we never get tired Of the success yet to be achieved And the victory yet to be recorded Like a worm burrowing a hard rock The end may later become a water fall If we never get tired Of the friends who got us betrayed And our prayers, which are yet to be answered Like...

Six-hundred level  I'm more confused  Like a syringe bevel That couldn't gain an access route  And feared it might tissue Having spent years schooling Realised this life is addicting With less time with friends and family  Cant imagine a day without reading In order to satisfy my inner feelings Consolidating the fear Is seeing our seniors work harder No rest, from morning till nightfall Some 24, 48, 72 hours call This is not the life I signed for Few months to induction  Beloved will say congratulations  In our hands, will lie life of patients, Friends, families and relations. When stuff level is still on probation Fear, I'll miss my school family Classmates from tipetipe, really.  Years together, when sunny and rainy From wardrounds, class to clinic Even till we start practice Our wishes are to God, almighty. From Acetyl, yours faithfully.

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

No one speaks my mind. I'm just going to pour it out in words, a means to relieve me of worries over the past few days. A thursday evening like every other at the college, I received calls of the death of my uncle turned father. A man with integrity, honesty, hardworking and gentle, someone I always wanted to emulate. What a sore it caused to my heart, I've never felt this bad before in my entire life as it still sounded as a dream within the first few minutes. I rushed home to meet our house full of masses, those who came to mourn his death - truly and falsely. Some even cried out their eyeballs pitying the family he left behind - a wife and four children all still in school. I was at a corner trying to sober but my lacrimals refuse me of tears. I have become wicked according to friends ever since I started dissecting cadaver at the anatomy lab. I have seen many patients died at the hospital emergencies with their relatives crying and mourning. Something I blame medic...

With  mike-tysoned  stance and several  may-weathered  heavy blows thrusted into the empty air, he stood in the middle of the busy road with passersby amused and amazed as commuters slowed down to watch a few  minutes  of the  epistle , something they never paid for. The destiny of a  young brilliant chap  was deterred by his  greedy barren  step mother who wanted to inherit his father's properties after the  wealthy  man's demise; what his deceased mother could have waved with prayers and fervent fasting. He grew up in the households with no one to look after. His  ragged  clothes tattered, his unkempt hair full to the brim like a university professor. His mouth odour stinking laced with set of  scattered dentition  of varying colors; some brown some black. He was probably struggling with what we didn't see..  a McGregor  in disguise. He might have won many of the un staged fights as he ended...

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

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 ...

Alayinde, “If there is no price to be paid, it is also not of value.”—Albert Einstein --- Aphorism, June 27,1920. AEA 36–582. When everything seems blurry, my inner muscles couldn't just let me rest, people would then think I just gulped three bottles of liqour. I'm one of those few that always want to feel dazed. What am I even thinking? Suicide ? No!  I said to myself in a loud voice as I lean my chest against the brick-made wall, sitting on my student-type unifoam made bed around the corner of the dark room...a well suiting environment to think aloud second to a restroom. Dear selfless self,  Ayinde omo oloke ide...when life gives you mould,  why not make penicillin. The former being a result of spoilt food while the latter is an antibiotic. I said to myself after the brief self eulogy. Would eventually make it,  just put more and more efforts. Never mind people of less importance...those who never add value but worsen your lifestyles. Some will even pr...

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 s...

EPISODE four - By Acetyl We all went away with the feelings that real exam starts tomorrow - the next day. After the normal trend of read, sleep, read, eat, and read, we settled for anatomy exam the next day where Akinola did it again. To some, it has always been a surprise while to many it's nothing as we were dazed with some questions we never treated in any anatomy class. He had always been telling us to know all even with its inarguably scrupulous USMLE standard questions. We did this for about 3 hours after which we dispersed to get ready for the multiple choice questions aspects which held about few hours after the theory. The christians among us went to their prayer ground as the normal routine after every exams while some of the muslims went to the mosque. After getting to the hostel, I observed 2 rakats prayer, called on my God to get favour from Akinola's red pen. The exams kept going on and on with the normal trend - physiology then biochemis...

EPISODE three - By Acetyl I quickly carried my books to arrange the stuff in order in my already confused brain. I just have to pass, kept telling myself. Even though I kept dozing off as I read on cos I could not meet up with the standard 8hrs of deep sleep...my bed and pillow could testify to that. I had to take a nap of few minutes, observe the morning salat to add more to the loads of prayers sent to heaven for success in the exam. Tension grew higher as the the hour burns up. At about 8:00am I exit the hostel's reading room located at the most distal part in between the toilets, got dressed up in my already ironed shirt and trouser with a ill- knotted tie and my IDcard on. Ready for the exam already... On getting to the class where the exams was supposed to hold, it was as dry as desert... and silent as the graveyard which made me to wonder if the exam has been postponed. People were still hidden in bushes waiting for the arrival of the examiners before they showed ...

                OVERCOMING the FRIGHT 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) b...