ACETYLATED WRITINGS

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...