Posted in After school

Postgraduate studies before or after work experience 

Heyyyy guys! 

Whozza!! 

I want to scribble some thoughts on going for a postgraduate degree before or after some years of work experience. 

In Nigeria, if you’re lucky to finish your undergraduate studies before you hit your mid-twenties, you automatically have two choices. No, three actually. 

Get a job.

Go for Msc.

Get married. Lol

I did the second before I even thought of the first option. It’s not negotiable in my family where virtually everyone has a master’s degree so, it’s an unspoken action. Non-negotiable actually, except you want to be seen as a rebel 😂. I didn’t start thinking of the third until I started MSc so you know what box to put me in. 

However, now that I have some work experience, and I now know how the real world operates, I hold a different position from earlier. 

Having a BSc is like a minimum survival skill you need to acquire(In Nigeria actually) . Under normal circumstances, it should help you analyze situations, know how to prioritize, write reports, essays, use the computer, etc as all of these are assumed knowledge. I said under normal circumstances because Education in Nigeria is nothing within normal circumstances. Just cram properly, regurgitate during exams and maintain status quo until you have a 2-1. That’s if your confidence has not been watered down by your lecturers. It gets even worse if you’re like me who was in a jealous department where you don’t have time for any other thing apart from books or you get kicked out. Well, except a few boys to keep your sanity. Hehehe.

So, after graduation, you think having an MSc degree would make life easier and increase your chances of employment. That’s absolutely right and very wrong at the same time. Thing is, many of us as fresh graduates do not know the right place where we will be perfect fits in the industries other than what has been taught in schools. Most of those lecturers are not being realistic and think the world ends within the four walls of the school. Very few of them have had real life work experience too

    For Msc right after Undergrad, it’s one of two things -you either continue with your undergrad course of study or you pick something entirely new. Having an MSc in your undergrad course of study is right only if you’ve made up your mind and maintained peace with yourself that you’ll be a teacher or lecturer else, it’s not necessarily an added advantage in most industries except for academics. If that is the case, by all means, please, pursue a PhD degree even. 

    The fact that you have a Bachelor’s in Law doesn’t even say you must have a master’s degree in it. You just might get stuck for all you know. Picking a new or different course too is not a bad idea but for it to play to your advantage, you have to make sure you’ve done a wide research on the it so you are sure of its usefulness to your choice country and how it will fit into your future career path. If not, you might just be in for the shocker of your life. 

    One thing however, that I have observed from people who go ahead with postgrad studies right after Undergrad is that they’re usually in a special phase. They’re not working class but are a step ahead of being students. I’ve also noticed that they seem to not know how to sync the real world with school work. A clear example is me hooking up with one of my old friends and all we talked about were our undergrad lecturers. Another went as far as asking me if I did a particular stuff in OAU. Baby girl, OAU was 6 years ago and I’m totally over it.

     Now, if the decision is to work(you can get stuck doing some jobs though) for a while before going for a postgrad-an idea which I totally go with-,  you get to know what you don’t know or better put -what you really want to do with your life. Maybe it’s an MSc or MBA or PhD 😂. Easier said than done right?  I know. 

    I’m stuck here.

    Finally.. Get the right set of people to guide you. Not the ones who just want to live their youthful fantasies through you. 

    Need I say more? 

    What do you think? You know what to do. Drop your comments below.😂 

    Xoxo

    Posted in Life, Random

    Randoms

    Holla Holla. 

    I’m not loyal, I know. I haven’t been loyal to myself this past couple of weeks sef. Some random musings as an apology? 

    ***

    I think the funniest thing I’ve done this past week was forgetting my slip on at my client’s. I don’t have a car. But I still want to do maximum shakara. So I have a permanent pair of heels in a locker at my client’s at any point in time. I go to work in slip on or sandals. Problem however is..the pair of shoes at the office is black-universal color ;you know? I change footwears upon my arrival at the office. 

    To make my issue more complicated, there are days when I don’t deem the black heels proper for my outfit that day. Puhleeze, I want to look chic. So, I go with an extra pair of shoes in my bag (red, brown or Grey as the case may be).

    There are days when these chic look puts me into trouble. Like today. I closed so early from work to get to the hospital (malaria baby) and I forgot my slip on at the office!  Izzequal to heels until I get home. In a PT ffs! I wanted to request for uber but there was a 4* surge so, I damned the consequence-of my legs paining me and people watching me as I hustle for a keke. I was extra nice to my fellow keke mates sha 😂 😂. One of my friends said it’s an irony to wear a human hair in a PT. Lolll. Girl, bye.

    If you see a girl in a Navy blue dress with a brooch at the cleavage area and a pair of tomato red shoes, Holla. It just might be me.

    ******

    I’m beginning to have a mental shift out of this country. Like my body is here but my spirit has long left Nigeria. No, it’s not in Togo. Not Benin Republic. Not even South Africa abeg 👀. 

    *****

    My mind is in the country where milk and honey flows. I don’t believe milk and honey flows in any African country, truth be told. What do you think, having oyinbo air brush my skin?  Lol. Automatic black American /Canadian /yadayada. Everything is oyinbo. I sha want to gerrarahia.  With current happenings in this country, I’ve lost all hope completely. I want to have hope from the other continents -Asia is canceled, please. 

    ****

    I will be writing my final ACCA exam in the next three weeks but reading for it is currently my biggest challenge. It’s like really hoping for something to happen but getting scared when it comes nearer. Pray for me guys. 

    ****

    I finally moved into my new apartment. Like for real. Squatted with Ebun for weeks but it’s all history now. 

    ****

    Nothing else to say

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    Nothing else to say

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    Xoxo

    Posted in Life

    Death pangs and the feel

    Hello people. 

    Today is a sad one for me. Really sad actually. I must confess that it is very difficult for me to put this piece together.

    Usually, when I am home doing nothing other than sleep during the weekend, I go through social media and catch up with whatever I am missing. 

    It was a different one for me today because Facebook had Olumide had just one person’s face all over it. You guessed right -He died.

    Olumide and I were classmates at Ife and he was one of the brightest ones. We were close at some point in 100level and it was very obvious he had big plans for his future. We drifted apart after school because life happened to every one of us. While I changed career line to Finance through ACCA while studying for my MSc in UI, Olumide went to South Africa for his pre-Msc before he started his PhD. Communication was not really great but he tried his best to keep in touch through Facebook and Twitter. He visited about two IDP camps last year to share his ready to eat food in order to combat malnutrition. 

    So, you can imagine my shock when I read many tributes to him. This was someone I did catch up with two months with, including his plans, girls, etc. I still can’t believe he’s dead. The thing is, when one sees RIP on people’s pictures, one isn’t really moved probably because he’s not someone known to us. This was different because Olumide was my friend for the better part of my undergrad life. He had ‘sense’ in every meaning of the word. Words fail me, to be honest. 

    Sometimes, it seems like God doesn’t make sense even though I know He does but I can’t lie that Olumide’s death is not raising so many questions in my heart to God. 

    His death has also made me know life is real and death, even more. I am very scared.  More like -is this how people die?  Why would God allow him get to this stage before taking him?

    I know all hidden things are known to God, I just wish I could have answers to these questions. 

    I love you Olumide. I know you are in a better place now, at peace even.  I pray you rest in peace and God grants your family the fortitude to bear this loss.

    Kindly say a word of prayer for Olumide’s family. 

    Adieu Midy.

    Posted in Life, Reviews

    My half year review 😂 

    ​Holla Holla. 

    June has come.. Ended too. Most times, at the end of each year, I look back and it seems like I’ve done nothing all year. I probably get too overwhelmed trying to recall what I’ve done. And I know why. It’s usually because I (people)  don’t seem to know what I’ve done with my life if I’ve not reached some crazy landmarks -finish my exams, traveled many countries,achieved some land breaking feats, resigned from my job to start my business, etcetera. But hey, it’s fine.. Little drops of water make an ocean. So, I’ll be doing a monthly review of my year. Basically, how I coped this year.

    P.S This review started in January so, some stuffs might have been reversed before the end of the year. 

    P.S.S this is quite lengthy. 

    JANUARY 

    • 1st of January- For the first time in my life, I started the year on a bad,bleak and lonely note. I made a big decision prior to the 1st which was actually a big deal to me because I thought this was everything I had prayed for but well, life isn’t always perfect right??  Right???  You take some Ls sometimes. 

    And even though I was lodged in one of the costliest hotels in Abuja, it felt so sad,cold and everything in-between. I called my friend-call him B (he used to be the closest friend I had at some point) to give him a breakdown of what was going on with me -until talks between us took another interesting turn and I was like.. Okay, 2017 can do whatever it likes. 

    So, since I started the year on a bad note, I didn’t do any resolution radarada. I just wanted to be done with the year already. Lol. 

    • 3rd of January -Kabir traveled to the US for his MSc. I might not be lucky in so many things in this life but I’m darn lucky with my inner circle(friends) . There was a point where Kabir was the only one(read Ebun too)holding down the circle. His departure left me with a mixed feeling sort of – I was very happy he had a chance to chase his dreams. Boy never gives up but I also knew I’d really miss him. Like really really really. That US has stolen too many people from me abeg. He proved me wrong though because even with the annoying time zone/difference, he was still one phone call /whatsapp message/imo away. He was annoying sometimes too.  Many times actually. Plus he knows how to leave me alone when I’m not in a good mood. I’m just happy my friends are successful and living their dreams.

    28th- I went for this Irinajo trip to tarkwa bay. That was the beginning of my Waka about this year and boy did I love it! I met four people during the trip -two guys among them who eventually became my good friends.

    • Other days in January 

    Overall, it was a month I cried the most. It was just bleak for me kind of. Tears well up my eyes so quickly these days. But I wasn’t ready to let that make me bitter so,we move. I eventually came up with a resolution /to do list for the year. 

    FEBRUARY 

    For some days in the month,  I woke up like I was going to take over the world which I did. For other days, I woke up feeling tired and annoyed. My mood swings on me like that. For no reason. I used to think something was wrong with me until I spoke to someone about it and told me it was completely normal. On such days, I just pray in tongues(it works guys!)  and download a new album of an unknown artist. Works for me sha. All the time. Plus, I feel I have this trademark of God over me. One that says -‘Girl, you’re mine. I’m never letting you go.’ I felt this way a lot in February and God did come through.

    MARCH 

    I went on a getaway trip with a friend. Lollllll. Even I shock myself sometimes. He had been asking me for a time out since January so one day, I woke up and said -why not? It was by a beach side. Really beautiful. I didn’t regret it one bit. 

    Work became really crazy at some point too. Like back to back engagements. I almost broke into two. Lol. I couldn’t wait for the month to be over plus the next was my birthday month. Whoop whoop! 

    APRIL 

    Birthday month!  😂 😂 😂 I thought of what to do for my birthday this year and it was so hard making a choice. I had an option to either do a nice spa, photo shoot, travel to Dubai( a friend-who is French by the way,promised to cover most of my expenses) or do a photo shoot. I would have loved to go to Dubai o.. Just for a minute atleast but my head just kept spinning. What if I was kidnapped?  What if…. Have I mentioned how these what I ifs eventually rape me to making some funny decisions? Smh

    I eventually settled for a photoshoot. Make up by my home girl -Tobi. She glammed me up that I couldn’t even recognize myself 

    Finished product 

    I get a bit sober when it’s my birthday month. I really don’t know why. I went to shaunz bar with the girls(Jasmine and Jumoke) a day after my birthday but it didn’t really go as planned, though we had some fun. The used-to-be best friend of January- B also called me. It was a surprise kind of because I thought our friendship was done. But some friendships never die. I’m not exactly sure what ship it is even. Tbh, he made my day. Plus, he still has a way of making me blush 😂. But some things are better left unsaid. 

    22nd – Jasmine’s birthday. We went to celebrate her at Slay lounge. Did karaoke too. We literally counted down to her birthday-Mad fun. I got home past midnight and I raced to my house immediately the uber guy dropped me off. I love that girl and I can’t say why. She’s one of the few colleagues I can open up to,without shame and with all honesty. 

    Karaoke night 

    22nd– My baby girl Christy bagged her PhDLol. You’d have thought I was the owner of the degree. I was too happy mehn. I’m just so grateful my friends are successful in their areas. Trust me, if you’re the only successful one among your friends, it’d be so difficult for you to enjoy life. Well..except you change your friends sha. There’s one more person’s PhD I’m waiting out for. 😉 

    Dr Christy!

    MAY

    I started to house hunt. It’s a scary thing for a typical Lagosian. Just pray you find a house comfortable enough for you to live until you build your own house. Where I stay isn’t bad but the area is rough and even my dad won’t come for a visit until I moved. Lol.

    I eventually found one. Did I also mention that I’ve got the best parents(even though we quarrel steadily) that come through for me all the time!  

    I went to lekki Conservation center with Joan(the French guy).  You should visit too. Lovely experience. You can read about my experience here.

    JUNE

    Exam month. I’m tired of these exams, God knows even though my restless self won’t stop here. 

    6th

    I finally submitted my application for Stanford’s MBA fellowship program after procrastinating my essay and resume to forever. I had already submitted when I saw the fellowship was for people who are not financially stable. Lol. I was too sincere in my application but if I had seen that clause earlier, I wouldn’t have applied at all in the first instance. 

    Did I mention that this month is the brokest I’ve ever been?  I experienced brokelyn even though I’m still in Lagos. I’m too ashamed to even ask my folks for anything. Lol. Please, let me suffer in silence this time. 

    8th

    Remember my home girl -Tobi?  She came through for me today. She was my bunkmate in predegree and we were like cat and dog. She came back into my life at the right time I needed her. 😘 😘. 

    Sometime during the course of the month 

    Someone told me I was forming and act like I’m an innocent human. Lol. By the way, that’s like the second person telling me that within the space of 6 months. Lol. I’m not an angel. I’m as human as human can be and I’ve made some stupid wrong choices I’m not proud of-well, in my life’s context and that I wouldn’t want to share with anyone. Feel free to assume the bad choices 😂.  However, I would never be caught dead doing some things. So, that settles that. 

    Other days of the month 

    I almost lost my faith this month. I got tired of praying and asking God for some mountains to be moved. I lost at the final stages of two projects I’ve been working on for about a year now. At some point, when I attempted to pray, I didn’t even know what to ask for. Like –God, refer to all my past supplication. I still believe I’m God’s favorite because at any point I want to let go, He just shows up. 

    I also believe He makes everything beautiful at His own time. I’m grateful for life and my parents -I can never take them for granted. I have learnt that it’s okay not to achieve your dreams when you expect and not to beat yourself up about it. Just take life one step at a time. 

    I hope the remaining half of this year come with all the answers to all the questions/prayers raised in the half year. One, full of laughter, joy, hope, love and forever goodness. 

    Happy new month everyone. 

    Xoxo. 

    Posted in Life

    Day-to-day dealings as a Lagos commuter 

    Hello guys. 

    Again. 

    So, today, I’ll be softly touching the daily waka as a Lagos commuter. I grew up in Lagos the major part of my life and started the proper Lagos hustle in 2015 so, it’s safe to say I’m very much qualified for this topic. Here we go!!

    Image from the Internet-who wants to claim copyright?  😂 

    • Try. Like, very much try to reduce your voice when receiving a call in a bus. I know the Yoruba (wo)man in you loves to shout but try your best not to. We are really not interested in knowing the happenings of your life. Especially as it’s 6.00am on a Monday morning. Some of us are probably still sleeping, we are merely walking physically. 
    • When you’re on social media -twitter, facebook, (especially)  Instagram, there is a high probability of your phone not being yours alone. There’s someone -beside you or behind you trying to stretch his neck to see what you’re watching. Infact, there’s someone beside me trying to read what I’m typing right now. There was a day I was going through IG in a bus, going through make up videos and this guy was just stretching his neck to see the pictures. He didn’t even hide it because he was even laughing at pictures and memes I didn’t find funny so, you can imagine how angry I was. I actually turned to give him the look of -‘Are we using the phone together ‘? He just laughed and said -‘aunty, you women too dey deceive us’ and just kept on laughing. I was too angry but I just remembered it was not my father’s bus so, I logged out of IG.
    • When you pass through a route often -everyday, you tend to have bus friends, agbero friends. There are some people (okay, just two)  who call me when I don’t show up at the bus stop by 6/6.30. Talmbout loyalty. The guy that calls for passengers at Sabo every morning (Michael) doesn’t fail to show everyone he knows me by greeting me loudly everyday. Sometimes when buses are scarce when it rains and a bus drives by, he hustles a seat for me. Yorubas say omo burúkú lójó ti è so, I tip him sometimes. There was this one time I didn’t give him anything in like 3 months and the next day he saw me, he was like –aunty, you gats find something for me soon o. This was before everyone in the bus o. He also tells me to avoid an area when robbery occurs. Days when I decide to leave for my office really late, say 9am, he goes –aunty, why are you late?  Abi you watch film over-night? I’m beginning to think he’s working for my employer sef. The only thing he’s yet to have is my phone number which he says he’ll get ‘tomorrow’ everyday. Lol. Trust me, they have their own useful days. 
    • You will definitely meet rude and uncouth men who think you’re no different from their wives or girlfriends they have sex with. If you love your life, don’t respond to their abuses. Just keep quiet. You can like to respond sha. You will only end up looking at the mirror trying to confirm if what they said are true. You really don’t want to do that. 
    • There will also be people who didn’t sleep well in their houses,trying to complete their nap in the bus so,would want to drop their heads on your shoulder. 😂 😂. I don’t know why people won’t just respect themselves by placing their heads on the back rest in front of them. I don’t even joke with that. Please and please, don’t let your head mistakenly fall on my shoulder. 
    • You might sometimes find yourself becoming a conductor in the bus. Not like anyone appointed you but for your sake, just take the goddamn job. How do you explain having a #1,000 note for a #150 bus fare? 
    • You will also have the opportunity to know who the original staff of the country are. I’m talking about the men in uniform -policemen,custom officers, soldiers, etc. These ones don’t pay bus fares because -staff. There was a time I boarded a bus from Sabo to obalende and as the conductor prompted us for our fares, he just shouted that he wasn’t ‘going’ again. He was almost in tears. He had like 7 staff in the bus! A 14-seater bus o. Lol. Oga staff.
    • And before I forget, don’t come into the bus trying to use original English language like the rest of us don’t understand it. What’s the meaning of I want to alight? Its like you want the driver to take you past your busstop abi?  What happened to ó wà or e dey?

    What experiences have you had as a Lagos commuter?

    Xoxo. 

    Posted in Reviews

    Isoken, Waxing and what nots

    I love love stories and happy endings. 

    Heyyyy guys!!

    Since exams are over which means no lectures during weekends which automatically means idle time, I had to go to the movies to save myself. I went to see Isoken. It was produced by Jade Osiberu and if you saw Gidi up,the Web series, you’ll totally agree that she’s a great film producer.

    This is my first movie review so, I hope it flows well.


    Isoken is the story of a 34-going-on-35 year old lady,Isoken(Dakore Egbunson-Akande),who’s still single and just had her youngest sister get married. She handles it well until the ‘eeyas’,’God will do your own’, ‘You shouldn’t be serving guests at your younger sister’s wedding ‘ and other annoying remarks get to her. Her situation is not helped with the overbearing and blunt mother she has who doesn’t fail to ridicule her for not having a man and tries to hook her up with a family friend, Osaze(Joseph Benjamin) at the party.

    Osaze is an IJGB who is successful, handsome and ‘from a good home’ as it were. Emotions begin to build up between Osaze and Isoken until Kevin (Mark Rhys) comes into the picture. Isoken and Kevin meet at laundromat where he gives her the thongs she forgot in the machine but found that quite Embarrassing. Kevin is a white guy, very witty and doesn’t just know when to stop. 

    Isoken is herself around him, finds him easy to tell her fears and doesn’t feel the pressure to please him. Before we can say the word -Isoken, she’s torn between the two guys. Osaze, because he’s a family friend and she wouldn’t want to ruin important relationships and Kevin, who she truly loves. 

    On her 35th birthday, Osaze asks her to marry him and due to the pressure from everyone saying yes around her,she agrees. Kevin leaves the party obviously unhappy. 

    Isoken gets another chance to see Kevin again at the baby naming ceremony of one of her best friends where he reassures her of his love and begged her to choose their love and not to go ahead with the wedding with Osaze. Isoken eventually breaks up her engagement to Osaze on the night of their pre-wedding dinner which was a week to the wedding, tells her family about her love for Kevin then went to spill the good news to Kevin. 

    Isoken is a very beautiful,witty movie which addressed real life issues going on with men and women of marriageable age. I love love stories. The movie will definitely get you stay glued to the screen until the end.It talks about the pressure, having friends to talk to, the joys(or not) of an extended family and all. My best parts are the random talks Isoken had with her friends. I like gist so…here we go. 

    Waxing– This came up when Isoken told her girls- Agnes, Ajoke ( Funke Akindele, Lydia Forson and Damilola Adegbite) about her plan to visit Osaze in his house. They then tell her to go for waxing so she could be prepared for the ‘action’ when Osaze asks for sex. Isoken says she finds it painful and in all honesty, so do I. I have done it once and I didn’t find it funny. My friend says it’s probably because it was my first time but I don’t intend to do that soon. The pain was unbearable. I could probably do that for DFH though. The pain will definitely be worth it. 😂 

    Naija girls dating oyinbos- Ajoke feels dating white guys is kind of an inferiority complex and the thought of mixed race kids irks her. I’ve had this conversation with my girls and even though I have my reservations about dating white guys, I don’t understand the thought that surrounds it. I remember going to the LCC with my french friend, Joan and the stares I got from people. I wasn’t sure if the stares meant that I hit jackpot or that I’m using him as my Maga. Smh. 

    Dating more than one guy at the same time so long you’re not sleeping with the other. Lol. At the point Isoken was confused about who to choose between the two guys, Lydia Forson was like -it’s not like she’s engaged to any of them yet and as long as she’s sleeping with just one of the guys and not both of them at the same time, it wasn’t a bad idea. Lol. Why would you want to put yourself in such wahala?  Well.. What do you think about that? 

    The Significant Other visiting the parents – I felt a bit uncomfortable for Osaze when he went to visit Isoken at her parents’ for the first time and her dad asked of his intention for his daughter. I think he handled that part like a boss. Only one guy who has visited me at my parents’ and I have also gone to his. This was in 2012 and I thought he was the loml. Lol. Let me keep my thoughts on this for now.

    The spiritual aunty- There  was a particular aunty always skabashing in the family and talks about Isoken having a spiritual husband because she wasn’t married. She makes an attempt to use her anointing oil on everything at the slightest opportunity and I think every family has one of that. I have an aunty who’s worse than Isoken’s and I used to feel a little guilty before. Nowadays, not anymore. 

    Isoken’s dad- Isokens dad was very supportive all the way. Gave her no pressure and no stress at all. He stood by her when she said oyinbo was who she wanted to marry and all. My dad is just as supportive. We quarrel every time but I must give that to him. His support is so massive. I don’t know if I’ll still get the same if I bring an oyinbo home sha.

    Not shooting your shot– Isoken’s PA, Abimbola Craig had this colleague, Akahn nnani who was all over her but she felt he was boring, churchy and all those funny excuses so she didn’t give him face. By the time she wanted to give him a chance, she finds out he now has a girlfriend and she was quite shocked. This brings me to wondering what women want in a man. Why using him for shakara when you knew you liked him?  Just shoot (take) your shot now. That person can’t wait forever, you know. 

    I think some people are really lucky to get married to their true love. In reality, not everyone does. 
    Isoken wasn’t a waste of my N1,500 so, I’ll rate it an 8/10.

    What do you think guys? 

    Posted in Uncategorized

    Our cancer survival anniversary 

    Holla Holla. Whozzop people. 😂 😂. 

    Eggzam is in two days but right now, my head doesn’t want to hear of it. 

    Anyway is sha a way. We’ll pass whatever way.

    Today officially makes it 14 years my mum survived cancer. It’s still a very sad story in my house though my mum says her children must throw her a party for it when she’s 60. Lol. So much for a sad story. 

    I was in JSS3 that year at FGGC OYO and I was still very much in my shell. Not this Dammy you all know now so nobody in school knew what was going on with me. I wasn’t told she was sick or anything ; I only noticed she stopped coming for my visiting days. Instead, my aunty does. 

    First thing that aroused my suspicion was the 2 sets of provision I was given. Milo -2, milk -2, goldenmorn -2,etc. Then I went home for mid-term break and I was told she traveled. To where!!?? I’m pretty close to my mum and at that point, I knew something was wrong. I just couldn’t place my finger on what it was. 

    My mum couldn’t bear the thought of not seeing her children again if whatever happened so, she asked to see us. She was looking so pale and weak and I couldn’t help but cry. You would think there was a tank of tears placed inside my eye prior to that moment. 

    I had my Jssce WAEC coming up after then and my mum made me promise her that I’d put in my best efforts. 

    It was very much later that I was told the full story of what happened at the hospital. How she went into a coma as she tried to get up on her feet two days after her surgery, when one of the doctors shouted at her to go clean herself up at the bathroom. How she saw dead people being taken out of the ward on a daily basis and the thought of her being next. How my dad fought the doctor when he heard the cause of her comatose and accused him of wanting to kill his wife(I love that part of the story 😂 ).

    Some months after the surgery, she had some new diagnosis of her pancreas being burnt by excessive rays during her radiotherapy. So,another journey to(with) diabetes. 

    I had totally forgotten about the whole phase of her life until this morning when she called to remind me of it. She made it so easy not to even know she went through all that because after the whole process, she continued her life as it was -work, shop, trading, taking care of her kids and all. The daily drug intakes, constant mammogram and medical check ups are what you get to remember of the cancer. 

    On a general note, being diagnosed of cancer in Nigeria isn’t beans if you’re not rich (to be flown abroad for special health treatment), you don’t have a good support system in terms of family and you don’t have a constant source of income. Like, that’s the end. 

    I’m so grateful that we were blessed with excessive love and support from family -My uncles, aunties, dad and mum’s friends. Most of these people are part of the reasons why I still have a mum, after God actually. It actually took a village (of family and friends)  to raise my younger brother and I. True friendships are always worth it. 

    I’m grateful for my dad too -(he loves to act like James Bond) who made the sacrifice of moving from kaduna to stay with the family in Lagos because of her health (talk about compromise).

     I’m forever grateful to God for making her alive up until this day, raising her babies and showing His glory. I’m also grateful that He will let her live 50 more years. 

    Cheers to long life and a cancer free generation.