ACETYLATED WRITINGS

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