This post is useful for students in medicine, nursing, and other health sciences, preparing for their board licensing and or certificate examinations.
I want to introduce you to this new resource I have been using. It is called Lecturio and they have been helping me a lot with med school and board exam prep. They have really nice high-yield video lectures from Ivy League professors along with recall questions, and study materials. LECTURIO is an online audio-visual learning platform specific to MEDICAL EDUCATION. LECTURIO App is available on Android and iOS, withoffline access, this is very important because you get to save data you would’ve used if you were streaming all those important videos in your spare time.
What makes us higher animals? Our ability to think of solutions, our ability to reason the way we do and our ability to work in teams+communicate our ideas with each other in sophisticated ways e.g various art forms. In other words, our ability to have conversations that lead to development, our inquisitive nature, and our powerful brains separate us from other vertebrates/mammals.
Yesterday me and my darling friend whose future children will call me nothing but “Mommy Ijey” each sat on both ends of our phones for three hours, talking about this and that. The topic of sexual purity and what it means (or what it should mean) for us young ‘Jesus Freaks’ came up. We concluded that:
Number one: It is a privilege to maintain your sexual purity (as follow come) from the get go, because so many people never had a chance to make that choice due to the inhumane hostility of the environment(s) they found themselves in, so we generally need to quiet down about being sexually pure and basically cut off the noses we tend to turn up at our “sexually impure” brothers and sisters- also what’s it with those shaming exercises carried out in places of worship anyway? I mean those “you had sex and we found out so come out and stand before the congregation, let everybody stare at you with judgement in their eyes” shaming exercises. They need to go.
Number two: That we Jesus Freaks need to stop treating this issue of sexual purity as if it is solely by our power and might that we stay pure and we need to start handing it over to the appropriate authority (Holy Spirit). We are taught to pray about every other area of daily life except the part that has to do with ‘go forth and multiply’. A lot of us have felt the pressure and strain associated with keeping it locked down until marriage and this shouldn’t be so, we agreed that it is not supposed to be so. If you are praying “God help me pass my exams”, don’t hesitate to add “God help me maintain sexual purity”, the Holy Spirit will not say “eww”, I promise. You shouldn’t have to do it on your own when you have Holy Spirit to help you.
Number three: That within our pristine Jesus Freak circles, we have managed to make Sex the biggest elephant that can ever fit into a room. Enough conversations are simply not being had about sex! Jesus Freaks are dying of curiosity meanwhile we are all living, breathing, walking proof of sex happening at some point in history, oh the irony. So we should start talking and asking questions and making this discussion the rule as opposed to the exception, in godly settings of course.
Number four: That sex is neither a bad thing nor an abnormal thing. It is a good thing and it is normal. Simple. Very important: you are not keeping yourself for your future husband or wife but for God. Jesus Freaks of the masculine gender need to desist from making it a topic of amusement and or self/ego aggrandizement, don’t be tempted to conflate sexual purity in this spiritual context, with the machinations with which patriarchy uses to hold women down. Tah! don’t do it!
Number five: That it is possible, Jesus Freaks of the feminine gender, to maintain sexual purity and not gloat/feel superior about it. On the last day nobody will be handing out trophies for “keeping yourself holy”. If you decide to honour God with your sexuality, do just that and keep it moving, you are honouring God and not man/religious leaders. The kingdom of God has other mandates and sex should not be made into an idol, besides babies are very expensive and STDs/STIs are disastrous.
Jesus Freaks = young people burning for Jesus/following Christ.
OkadaBooks is a platform for reading books, both free and paid. It all started when the founder, Mr Okechukwu Ofili was having a difficult time pushing his book (How Stupidity Saved My Life) into the market, he got an idea to put his book on Blackberry and make it available to mobile phone users because bookstores were doing shakara for him, so he went into business with a software developer and together they started building the first draft of the app that we know as OkadaBooks. His idea turned out to be perfect.
Fast forward a few years down the line, the mobile book reading app has won an award (MTN 2013 app of the year), it has introduced us to new writers from all over Nigeria like Umari Ayim whose writing style I admire and also writers from other parts of Africa like Nana Kwame Antwi-Boasiako. It has recently published my friend Aanu Elizabeth’s new children’s story book (Hassan, Sope And Evelyn In The Mystery Of The Store Beside The Stairway And Other Stories).
You can Sign Up for the reading experience of your life with OkadaBooks by clicking on my referral link
OkadaBooks is a solution to a problem. We all know of Kindle, Kobo Books, Nook and so on but now we have our very own African OkadaBooks that caters to our need for representation in the world of creative writing, publishing, and reading especially in this social media+mobile device age. The OkadaBooks app is now available on Blackberry (BB10), iOS, Windows and Android operating systems.
I have recommended the OkadaBooks app to some of my friends in the past, Naomi Edor now jokes about my relationship with the founder (or lack thereof, haha!) because of how passionate I am about the success of this book reading app. I first read Eghosa Imasuen’s second novel (Fine Boys) on the OkadaBooks app and I went on to buy the paperback for my brother as a graduation present. Needless to say, I think Eghosa is a brilliant writer and that every Nigerian must read Fine Boys. Who knows, without the OkadaBooks app I may never have come across his work.
You can Sign Up for the reading experience of your life with OkadaBooks by clicking on my referral link, and if you use my link, you will get up to 150:00 NGN in free OkadaBooks credit! What are you waiting for? Jump on the Okada and let your imagination go places. 😃
Some years ago in my early teens when I was still in secondary school, one of the video game consoles that was reigning was the Play station Portable (PSP), its functions were not so different from the playstation 1 or 2 except that you could go everywhere with your PSP. Anyway, after much pestering and making a deal of getting a particular grade, my dad bought me one. I was still in school when it was bought and I was a boarder so I had to wait till the holidays before I could get my hands on it. Just like any other video game console that needs either a C.D or Cartridge to function, my new PSP also needed something, a UMD (universal media disc), a UMD was quite different from every other one because you could handle any other game console CD but a UMD wasn’t handled like that…
Thank You for being in my life and for making me feel welcomed into yours.
‘Tis the season to be jolly! And to deal with your family members, once again! It is also snowing on my blog! I don’t recall setting snow but let us enjoy this little gift of snowballs dropping while we read this blog post now shall we?
Emonena turned the big eight-o two years ago, it feels like such a long time ago but I remember the details of that event so vividly because it was the last time most of my family members came together to party in December and…wait for it…IN THE VILLAGE, If you are Nigerian I’m sure you already know what this means. It was Christmas at Grandma’s! People do not easily forget Christmases spent at their Grandma’s or do they? I don’t know.
Emonena is my Grandmother, she’s also the one I get my Ajebutter-ness from, yes, totally. When she turned 80, her babies and other people who absolutely love and respect her decided to throw her a big birthday bash, it was phenomenal. They shut down the village, literally.
Emonena ran an all-inclusive household and she raised her babies to be all-inclusive in their ways. What do I mean by this? Here’s a little back story that will help you understand where this blog post is going:
Two nights to the big party, my mother and her sister teamed up, they decided to organize all the Grand babies a.k.a Third Generation to which I belong, to learn a song and a dance, and we were going to perform this song and dance in honour of Emonena at the party (and we did). In the course of organizing the third generation to harness their collective creative talent, different important questions arose. The one question that inspired this post was from littlest cousin, Tamara, she asked “Why is *Rapulu dancing with us when OUR Grandma is not her Grandma?” Rapulu and Tamara are around the same age, Primary school age, Rapulu’s parent is either my Grandma’s friend or beneficiary and by the reason of Emonena’s 80th birthday bash, there were at least 10 different Rapulus in the house with us, they were all expected to participate in the song and dance. Emonena meant something important to all their parents, in diverse ways, but the fact remained that Emonena was not their Grandmother and Tamara in all her innocence did not understand why they (The Rapulus) were invited to perform in Emonena’s song and dance. Looking back, it was a monumental success, considering all that went down in the two days and nights of rehearsals before the main event, whew, dealing with family (especially teenagers and young children) can be very, very stressful not to mention getting them to learn a song in Isoko and teaching them how to do the electric slide, thankfully they had the shoki part of it all covered. Shouts out to my mommy and my aunty and everyone who contributed, especially Emonena who sat outside in the cold with us during rehearsals, best believe she did.
In an all-inclusive household, All Lives Matter. There is no outsider, everybody is an insider. Big Mama’s House vibes, you follow? Emonena is the reason why being all-inclusive is now one of my personal values, and I don’t mean this in a I-am-Mother-Theresa-of-Calcutta way, or any way in fact. It is just something I have come to learn about myself; that I make people feel at home quite fast, which in itself is not a very wise thing to do, considering the fact that people are inherently wicked and jealous and unkind and filled with bad intentions. That being said, there are good people out there, people like Rapulu’s parents who are appreciative, who come back to say “Thank You for being in my life and for making me feel welcomed into yours.”
Ajebutter – noun – if you behave like your father has money, people will say you are an Ajebutter, i.e you eat Butter at home.
Rapulu – an Igbo phrase which literally translates to “Leaving work”, also someone’s name.
Isoko – Ethnic group in Nigeria with it’s own language and food and everything unique to an ethnic group
Shoki – Contemporary Nigerian Dance Step, the jury is still out on who the originator is. Google if you may.
My friend from before the war, KidMarley has 2 EP’s to his name AND YOU SIMPLY CANNOT DOWNLOAD HIS SONGS ILLEGALLY. He has sense.
So today I wanted to buy Adekunle Gold’s album, GOLD, off SPINLET where I go to buy the type of music I like listening to (music in which language native to Nigeria is used alongside English language to make a masterpiece) and 4 different debit cards later “INTERNAL_ERROR(3)” told me ntor gi . I gave up. I asked Spinlet to send me a 2.00USD voucher via Twitter and *crickets*.
Music is inexpensive and everyone downloads illegally, which is not fair. So I buy CD’s in traffic when in Nigeria, albums online when not in traffic, or listen on YouTube when I have free WiFi/can’t afford the album/when it’s not the type of music I like (refer to the first paragraph) to have in my private collection or stash. I started buying music in 2014. I got Ajebutter22 -Anytime Soon and Asa – Bed of Stone on third mainland bridge and since then through Spinlet I’ve added Flavour(nabania) – Blessed, Phyno – No Guts No Glory, Falz – Stories That Touch and Sean Tizzle – The Journey to my stash.
I want to buy Fela’s discography (for posterity and most importantly for the culture ) in VINYL!!! So I have been looking at hybrid turntables on Amazon….those things cost money. When I save up enough to afford one I will do a review-blog-post about the one I select, the process of buying, shipping, et cetera. I am in the market for an iPod, it will eventually mark my introduction to the iOS universe and it will also serve as a repository for my stash. An added advantage is I get to download iOS Apps that I NEED for medical school (this message is not sponsored by Apple, I wish it was). I hope my favorite musicians jump on the “Apple Music” bandwagon, just in case Spinlet decides to keep messing up I need to be able to BUY THE SONG from a trusted source. I haven’t looked at TIDAL and good ole SPOTIFY is not supported in my region, cry with me please.
Music and Me
The thing with Music and me is that I use music to store memories and emotions. It is something I discovered I could do as far back as 2011 and since then I’ve used it to my advantage. Other’s cram or use other means to retain big mental data, Ijeoma simply listens to music while she ruminates on the idea or concept that she’s trying to never forget and whenever she needs to recall (slow smile) she presses PLAY. All the details come back, it’s just like a movie. Wait, this happens to others too right?
A Little Bit of History
Our parents made my older sister and I start Piano from when I was around 3 years old, yes, I am a watered-down geek. I used to perform (musical prodigy) in parts of Lagos back in the late 90’s with my sister. I also own a Violin and it is PURPLE!!! (R.I.P Prince). My sister is a DJ, she plays the Piano + Guitar and my brother is interested in everything JAZZ, he’s currently in the market for an entry-level Saxophone. We once had a family friend visit and he looked around our living room and said he felt like he was in a recording studio (Laughs). My dad used to be a DJ in Enugu State in the 80’s, he also played the Guitar while my mom is a veteran Chorister of the Anglican Diocese – Delta state and Lagos state Nigeria respectively. Music is important to me and my loved ones, suffice to say I come from a very very “Musial Family”.
Frankly I’d like to see my favorite musicians earn monies from their art. My friend from before the war, KidMarley , has 2 EP’s to his name AND YOU SIMPLY CANNOT DOWNLOAD HIS SONGS ILLEGALLY. He has sense. The entire internet does not have MP3 copies of his music in circulation, you ask how? They’re all on his SoundCloud and anybody that must listen has to go there and play it from there. This way he gets to have total control of the distribution of his art and most importantly, profit from his art is assured. I wish other Nigerian musical businessmen and women were as smart.
Advice to Singers/Musicians: Monetize your art. This message obviously doesn’t apply to the artistes that create free music.
WORRY IS MADNESS is my favorite on the Days B4 Denim EP by KidMarley, I hope you enjoyed listening and reading. Please tell me your favorite Nigerian songs in the comments, right now I am loving Jukwese by Humblesmith!
EP – acronym – Extended Play: An EP is a musical recording that contains more tracks than a single, but is usually unqualified as an album or LP.
We are kissing and kissing and kissing and my stomach is tingling.
It starts where it all starts, the beginning. We are walking down the road where rain has made a puddle and we are having to be jumping, jumping and jumping like Olympian high jumpers. He is telling me things, telling me about how his weekend went, tracing the scar on his head as he is telling me these things. I am listening, listening as far as the arc of his full lips permit, listening as far as the rough tangle of his hair permit, listening as far as his perfect face allows. He is noticing. He is noticing that I am looking him. He is asking me “What?”,“Nothing” I reply as I be catching myself. He is telling me now about how his childhood went, one story after the other, telling me about how girls be liking him and he doesn’t like them back, telling me about how girls be too dramatic. Telling me all these with those perfectly arched lips. I am only hearing as far as his hotness of himself permits my senses. I am tingling, tingling with trepidation. He notices me notice these things and asks “What?” again. This time, it is different, I summon courage and tell him “I want to kiss you”. He weighs it in his head and finally he be saying, “I have a boyfriend’, I thought you should know”. I laugh and also be saying “I have a girlfriend, I also thought you should know”. We both be smiling the smile with the promise of more.
We are kissing and kissing and kissing and my stomach is tingling. Butterflies in my stomach tingling, Mama’s sweet jollof rice tingling, Kumbaya for my souls’ reprieve tingling and sweet sweet honey tingling. This is going on and on like a good movie just that in our case the director is not yelling that we be cutting. I am beginning to be thinking that this boy has been hiding the whole of heaven In his lips this whole time. Mid-reverie, the boy whose mother they be saying is a witch and father a demon shines light on us and next thing he be shouting “Fag! Fag! Gay! Gay!”. I is breaking the embrace, I is scared, I is thinking there is no way out of this one. Next thing, people are coming out to gather us, to snap us, to beat us. Next thing, I is hearing him tell them that he is the fag, he blackmailed me, I is hearing him tell them to leave me alone. Next thing, the crowd is telling me *Ndo, **Pele, Sorry. Next thing, I is seeing them take him away with slaps and kicks. I is screaming “I am sorry!” but my voice is not responding. My voice is not talking. My voice is not a voice.
I be go to my room but I can’t be sleeping. I be hearing his screams as they beat him, put sticks in his anus, slap him around. I can’t be sleeping. I be screaming, I be praying, I be being miserable. Too much! too much! too much! my mind be saying. My mind is telling me that I can’t let him be dying like that, I can’t let heaven be treated like that. I be opening a word document, I be typing, be telling the world the truth, be typing, be crying, be typing, be crying. When I be finished, as I wanting to be saving the document, I be remembering the words fag! gay! fag! gay! also be remembering Ndo, Pele, Sorry. I be liking the other one better, I be liking the sympathy and care, I no be liking the screaming. Now, my hand is betraying me, I be pressing delete when I want to be saving, as I am deleting, I am shouting to heaven Ndo, Pele, Sorry. Ndo, Pele, Sorry. I be crying too as I am shouting it to my heaven, Ndo, Pele, Sorry. I be remembering that hot March those many years ago, when Mama be telling me “Humans always find a way to make themselves victims in another’s tragedy”. Softly, softly, I be whispering it as I fall asleep, Ndo…Pele…Sorr….
Surgical operations are quite fascinating, I’ve had to undergo a couple so let me share an experience. After the diagnosis or should I say the identification of the problem with the patient, certain tests are run and then after due process a surgery date is fixed. Surgical operations take place in a theater and the patient is required to wear certain type of clothes and also be required not to eat for some hours to keep their bowels empty.
When the patient is wheeled into the theater and mounted on the surgical bed, the patient is administered something called “Anethesia” and this enables the painless performance of medical procedures that would cause severe or intolerable pain to an unanesthetized patient. It causes the patient to be numb and totally inactive during the surgical process and without this process its hard or almost impossible for the surgeons to work on the…
On U.S.America(n) Politics in 2016 – observed by a young Nigerian girl.
SO. Let’s get this out of the way, Trump is not the kind of man a rational Nigerian girl will like to lead her country not to talk of America the great and powerful land of promise flowing with Ivy League education, Dollars and Lupita. At first it was like a joke, news that Donald J. Trump was running for President of the United States of America – cue laughter: Ha-ha-ha! The Nigerian and Pan-African world is still high off of 2008, you remember what happened then don’t you? Anyway everybody in the world knows that Black Americans in Politics are supposed to be Democrats thanks to U.S.A Media, so naturally, I was thinking along the lines of supporting Dr. Ben Carson – black man, separated conjoined twins in the 80’s, etc. – but he turned out to be Republican so the idealization that he was going to succeed B. H. Obama ended abruptly. That said, Benjamin Carson sounds like President material by my Nigerian standards, he is a Neurosurgeon and duh! every Nigerian knows that all doctors walk on water. I am however not an expert on Nigerian standards and I do not claim to be one.
Conclusion: Not Donald J. Trump no, no, definitely not Trump. We would’ve LOVED to experience 2008 again. Where is your loyalty Dr. Ben? #eyeroll
Then it stopped being a joke, at which point we the Nigerians that naturally love to carry American politics on our heads paused to look around. We couldn’t believe it. Donald J. Trump was nominated and all the American Republicans that made his nomination possible lost our respect. We would’ve understood a Bush nomination, I mean, we understand monarchies – Nigerian Princes are the only real African Princes you’d ever hear about in the news, don’t quote me. Think about it this way, Jeb’s dad was President, his brother was also president, why not him? “Turn by turn” would’ve sufficed but you guys went and picked Trump! Bloody hell. I daresay Republicans pulled a fast one on the African continent. We are not happy at all. Trump is not our kind of guy. He threatened to deport all the illegal immigrants, do you even know what that means for us? do you?!
Conclusion: Anybody but Donald.
Now, Hillary Diane Rodham Clinton lost to our beloved brother B. H. Obama in 2008, she was tough then and she still is now, just look at how she bounced back from that bout of Pneumonia that recently reared it’s ugly head. As a young Nigerian female I am susceptible to admiring everything she represents, she’s a mother, a long-suffering wife, an educated woman, well traveled, she’s published, she is fearless, she leads where men have not dared to lead, she does not buy into that patriarchal bullshit that is peddled to girls from the day they’re born to the day they die, she likes hot sauce – Nigerian women like spicy food. She is so bold she called out Republicans on behalf of all the confused people on The African continent, without mincing words (She said that you people are DEPLORABLE and I don’t blame her at all). At this point I’d like to recognize her Wardrobe team, great job through and through, you all deserve fat bonus cheques from Mrs. Clinton and lest I forget, Aunty Anna Wintour you goddess of fashion, THANK YOU for the White Pant Suit re: DNC grand finale. Now where was I?
Conclusion: Hillary Diane Rodham Clinton is #goals.
Speaking of the Democratic National Convention. Bernie Sanders, I cannot begin to say how sorry I feel about how things turned out for you….what a tragic, heart breaking end to an inspiring journey. We all saw what happened, but only God in heaven knows what you did in the past or who you sold something of yours to (soul?), because we are still not understanding what transpired, and how you let this happen to you with your two eyes open. At a time when all we heard was Hillary Benghazi this and Hillary email server that, we were Berning for you, from North to South, East to West, Africans all over respected you. Please go and settle with whoever you quarreled with because things ended in a way they were not supposed to end. You would’ve made a very good leader, with your kind heart and all your wisdom, all those years of research just wasted anyhow. Only God knows why.
Now to the part we’ve all been waiting for. “Am I with her?”
After watching The 2016 Democratic National Convention via Youtube (Best week of 2016 by the way, the motivation was on another level, I felt enlightened afterwards) I asked my dad the most important question any daughter can ask her father at such a defining period in her life: Who do you support? His answer brought me ‘home’. He said and I quote “You know these things are choreographed”.
I was not expecting that at all. Nigerian parents always talk about Politics with so much fervour, whether it is American or local and the way my Father put his response sent two strong messages to me:
Trump is not a worthy candidate so there’s no point getting emotionally invested in this election in the first place, it is an insult to the informed mind to debate whether or not Trump should assume the office of POTUS in 2017.
Hillary is probably guilty of some criminal offences- according to The Court of African Parents’ Public Opinion and so we should face our collective front and let the white Americans sort themselves out this time around after all they got themselves there all by themselves, besides, we are not in 2008 anymore.
Conclusion: I am not eligible to vote in the USA on the 8th of November but if I was, regardless of my Father’s sentiments I’d vote for Mrs. Clinton over Mr. Trump because at this point that is the reasonable thing to do.