been a while

finished First Professional Exams few days ago-terribly demanding-the whole of Med Schl-haven't had the time to blog- i browse but don't blog- let's see what happens in the future-coz now i'm not exactly resting- got pharmac, micro, etc on my neck- merry xmas in advance y'all

'musing

been thinking:
don't, can't comprehend how women got to decide that to dress beautifully 3/4 of your bossom has got to be exposed. Funnier thing is they spend hours wearing dresses that are even "challenged" in terms of dimensions. I mean do you expect someone wearing a full well-sewn aso-oke dress to spend lesser time dressing up compared with someone wearing something close to a glorified singlet?

GOD STILL DEY

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SPURTING RHYMES

When i was a kid
I was told of all God did
That he created Light
Secreted the Day and the Night
He made Man
And Woman
He gardened them in Eden
Where nothing from them was hidden
Not even the fruit forbidden
Everything was paradise
Until his commandment they despised


When i was a kid
I saw all that God did
I saw the trees and grasses so green
And admired our flag's Green-White-Green
I saw the sky so blue
Not just once in a moon so blue
I saw the cattle egret so white
And thought of God so so WHITE
I recall this song,
Not too short, not so long:
Leke Leke
Eye Adaba Bami Leke
Even the egret's dung was white like snow flakes
Everything still was paradise
Despite his word which we spiced with respite


Now i'm grown
Everything seems to have away flown:
The white, the blue, the green, the egret-
Everything's gone and there seems to be no regret:
The egret's white
Is a camouflage of stains so unwhite
Its neck stick out so long
From suffering, seeking food for so long
The ball of its head
Bald like the vulture's own head.


The world ain't like it used to be
When i was kid, a man-to-be.

APPLE: 3G iPHONE

Apple's 3G iPhone finally was launched last Friday, the 11th, amidst much anxiety and, maybe, pomp, in 22 countries. Human queues, longer than anacondas, stretched from block to block, especially in Asia, eager to grab the new phone: an index of the 3G's wide acceptance.

3G technology gives iPhone fast access to the Internet and email over cellular networks around the world. iPhone 3G also makes it possible for you to surf the web, download email,watch video even while you’re on a call.

MIKE WENDLAND says on his blog:
My bottom line assessment is ... who needs a laptop? This iPhone 3G has let me do everything I need on the road.In fact, most of the notes for this post were composed on the iPhone and then e-mailed to one of my accounts, where I pasted them in a special application needed by the Freep.I could have done it, though, all on the iPhone, had I had time to set it up before leaving Saturday.

But he doesn't forget to mention BATTERY LIFE which doesn't seem to be long enough. That notwithstanding Apple seems to still be ahead of competitors. They hope to launch in about 70 countries.

CAINE PRIZE 2008

This year's Caine Prize has been won by Henrietta Rose-Innes from South Africa, with her story ‘Poison’ from Africa Pens, published by Spearhead, an imprint of New Africa Books, Cape Town, 2007.

To read this year's shortlisted stories, please click on the following link:
http://www.newint.org/publications/fiction/jambula-tree/

EVER THOUGHT OF THE BAD SIDE OF HAVING TO DRINK WATER AFTER A GOOD MEAL?

I eat better these days - sometimes, the meal doesn't necessarily have to be better - most times, it's rice we eat, as students, here in Medilag - we've probably eaten more rice than any Japanese - more than three times sometimes. Food is good for the body. Of course, without food your mental and physical growths are hamper'd: everyone who isn't a rocketscientist knows that.

Yesterday, after having one of those pretty scarce good delicious meals. I decided to wash it down with a satchet of pure water. That decision was painful. WHY?

The water, in a silent evil manner, washed down every memory of that meal from my mouth. And that was real painful.

To make issues worse it left a bad taste in my mouth.

Minus that my day was FABULOUS!

HAVE A HAPPY LAST HALF OF THE YEAR.

ME TRYING TO SPURT OUT RHYMES.SPONTANEOUSLY!

Thanks Solomonsydelle:
all's well
that ends well
No reasonable bo
dy wants to go to hell
or end up in the bo
ttom of a well
so, plus the pains, we play it cool
we don't lool
we watch the Euro 2008
at 8
without hate
here in Idiaraba
Lagos state
Nigeria.

BLEND

Forget your rights
Forget putting up a fight
Forget the light
And sink into the night
-weeping will only endure the night-
Tomorrow will be alright
-'cos joy comes in the morning.

Light is an inconstant
element that constant
ly puts a red card
to all we plannd
to do at night-
then we start this old new talk about
Nigeria-everyone's jugular jutting out-
that sustains until everyone's fagged out.

We wake up in the morning
there is still no light- then
someone makes a comment
about Obasanjo's 10 million dollars
(abi na billion) into NEPA
only able change NEPA's name to PHCN!
the old new talk starts again a-new
just as of old we talk it for hours
laying its bricks till it's as high as the Two Towers.


We think of our Incourses
Go to read, for classes
Return to cook to eat 'cos there's now light
then there's no light
And the Indomie on the hotplate grows cold
We sigh, gasp, almost weep till we sleep.

I KNOW LITTLE OR NOTHING . . .

. . . about the South African rampage and what it has to do with Nigerians and Nigeria. Now, don't you blame me about that. The reason is "many reasons" (do you get?). There ain't light in my Med School here in Lagos, Med School o!, Water disappears anytime from now or then, etc. . .

TO BE CONTINUED

I WANTED TO WRITE...

ABOUT THE BRAIN DRAIN.

But i changed my mind.
I've been down and out 'cos of chickenpox
for a while now:One of the contributing factors
to my not blogging.
Now, as a Med student living in Med school
with a Teaching Hospital right under my nose
It would be unwise for me to bath with spittle
when i live beside the sea.
But spittle is exactly what i used, bros.

The Doc. recommended just Calamine Lotion
for a pox that almost turned my face into a
Soldier's camouflage uniform. . .

Anyway, i gat something different on my mind
-I'm thinking furiously of learning some computer program
And i just discovered there are free ebooks online.
PERL is what i plan learning.
I'd brief you as i learn more.

PERL is the third most used program
in the world.
One of those prime tools for BIOINFORMATICS.

TECH UP!

GONE!

Had a long, frenetic day of having to cover (i'm exaggerating) a whooping million pages (oops!) in preparation for my Anatomy Incourse. Been busy all day long doing just that, Yeah. But sneaked in here to blog a line or two t'nite and what do i get in return for my act - the server refuses to log me on to my dashboard and agrees, anoyingly, to do that just when i've 4 minutes left out of 1solidhour. There's no cash to buy more time and no time to type more words. All's GONE!

BUSY,STILL BUSY

Despatched to a shadowy corner in a cybercafe; straining my face close to the keyboard with my nose almost typing letters for my hands - bear with me for typos, if there are any. . .and the incoherence . . what with my condition . . .Was supposed to have an Incourse tomorrow: the most challenging, Anatomy.

It was adjourned though and now i'll be having it next week: Thursday and Friday. The knowledge of that in your consciousness is like having the Sword of Damocles hanging threateningly over your head. And then comes in the middle of that the result of a previous Incourse in Physiology. . .made a close distinction. . .

. . . Reading good ol' Solomonsydelle's comments also evaporated ideas. 'Twas a wonder having as many as 3 comments on one post with her's embedded inbtw. . . the great YoRUba people like to say iru e la o maa ri ( na dat kin thing na im we go dey see ) . . .

I'LL BE BACK!

ANOTHER DAY

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/UTS/UPSET THE SETUP: UBUNTU

When i started blogging 'twas hard doing hands-on or head-on typing, i mean typing straight from the mental flow of ideas in the head, no pre-parations (in some storage device), nothing. Now it's easier. 'Twas also harder then 'cos i tried blogging political issues like i was some Funmi Iyanda or Jeremy (Naijablogger) or Solomonsydelle ( former mother of 2.5 or 3.5): Making logical, objective political arguments is tasking, i dropped it and waited for my head to grow. It's grown and still growing. Now it's easier and i write firsthand experiences, elucidations are coherentER and more articulate. I've decided to try my hands/head on some other stuff - tech, books, arts, culture, writing, femininsm, religion, IT -

While trying to look for some real stuff on, i think, tech, i slammed into that title on someone else's page -on of his links actually-and someone else's blog title. It picqued my interest. Upset the Setup: that's what i'm trying to do.

The title is a perfect example of pun that unintentionally does motivation, it indirectly tells you "Frustrate tradition with your Creativity, Do something New, something diFFerEnT."

UBUNTU something dot zero something

*Ubuntu, my first IT post, i remember seeing EBA, MOINMOIN, etc. as programme names on an Ubuntu CD ROM some time ago. Meaning a Naija man probably wrote them:somthing different from the setup:


Ubuntu is a community developed operating system that is perfect for laptops, desktops and servers. Whether you use it at home, at school or at work Ubuntu contains all the applications you'll ever need, from word processing and email applications, to web server software and programming tools.

Ubuntu is and always will be free of charge. You do not pay any licensing fees. You can download, use and share Ubuntu with your friends, family, school or business for absolutely no price. . .

CHECK: ubuntu.com

/BRT/OSHIOMHOLE/SOCIAL STENOSIS/

B4 going to Camp for my kind of Easter celebrations: a Retreat, Gbenga came to the room and declared or rathere asked if any of us had heard that the tribunal had ruled in favor of the one and only Comrade Adams Oshiomhole. Everyone was aghast at the news. And we began asking WHEN?WHEN?HOW? Someone else talked about taking a BRT bus on his way home for Easter. Now, i would have been dazed by that too if i hadn't seen on Funmi Iyanda's blog those BRT pictures.

The moral of the above story is that most Med Students , Part I (Year II) especially, suffer from Social Stenosis and some even suffer from Social Atresia once in school as a result of highly proliferating academic responsiblities. There's almost no time to breathe, like Chike says.

On my way to the Camp i saw the BRTs and what do i think? I think it's a nice idea come to fruition but whether it can live without withering is what i don't know. Those buses will probably crash out abysmally in the end: there'll be accidents, breakdowns, fraud, etc. Management is the Nigerian Problem not the ideas.

Should we watch or pray?

CYBORG:NO TIME

I live most of the time in Eko's room and my! you've got wonderful people there like Agbo, Matthews (2 of them: reason for the "s"), Daud, Qasim, Gbenga, Idris and Chike. Chike is one brainy, skinny, light-skinned guy with a moustache that runs superior to his upper lip who has a chronic habit of taking coffee to enhance fappings and when he wants to sleep he sleeps the way Sleep gets him - sometimes like a gnarled dragon stretching its parched throat inferoposterolaterally to the riverbed. Now Chike has this popular catchphrase "No Time" and he quotes that there's even no time to think of how to sleep, no time to talk, no time to even say no time - one begins to wonder how he even manages to find time to tell you there's no time to say no time.

But. . .really man there's no time. Immediately after Easter i'll be jammed with an Incourse and a CEEHEY. The cost of embarking with immediate effect on Easter might be pyrrhic if i don't take deliberate steps to fap them o, these two will be on my mind through the Easter if i dont and inevitably will hamper it. You see, there's almost no time to enjoy Easter.

Med School seems adept at manufacturing Part I Cyborgs or Zombies who are restless with fap, fap, fap. Who have got no time even to think and Chike even adds "there's no time to breathe."

God helps us o.

BLA: FEW MINUTES

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UPHILL

Ever heard of the term Activation Energy? OK, how 'bout Active Transport?OK, how 'bout the word Uphill Task. Or the poem: Jack and Jill? They went uphill. Can you fathom the outcome of them going uphill? What happened to their jugs? Really if you want to know, u simply have to watch Wenger's (or unpatriotic Agboola's) Arsenal play in the SanSiro t'night 'gainst Kaka's (or Chidozie's) AC Milan.

NB:Agboola is unpatriotic cos he'll be fapping, i'm sure, while Arsenal plays t'night.

ODD

In Gross Lab, we see no evil and hear no evil, we talk no evil and touch no evil. Everybody is dressed in White. Everybody is the same. Our Prof says the boys should wear shoes and the gals tie up their pony tails and manes, and cover up. He doesn't want to see no one of them display her mammary gland or gluteal region. And really it's an ODD world we live in : A gal wears a dress and her mammary glands are just short of falling out of it. You look into her face and she's less concerned. You begin to wonder. ..Till you've got to stop wondering. That's one other good side of Gross Lab: Everyone looks the same in white.

I've done a coupla posts on my Gross Lab experiences. Now, Gross Lab ain't the only curious place with odd experiences. You've got the Cold Rooms, Histology Lab, etc.

The Cold Rooms are reading rooms. In my early days here at MediLag, I used to think it ODD that they be called cold and used to think the term COLD ROOM was a euphemism for the conditions of those rooms, their temperatures were above room temperature, almost equalling body temp., they should have been called HOT ROOMS i felt and the fappings of them Medicos weren't ameliorating issues.

The rooms are better now, the ACs are working fine and they do the good job of facilitating fappings, though they could sometimes be so cold as to facilitate sleep instead of fappings.

Tomorrow's Histology Lab: It claims to offer you the fortune of viewing cells and tissues firsthand but whether you can or would see them is another issue entirely. What we see at best, whether you wear spectacles or not, are dark specks, stacks of red sacs and green mats of cells or tissues. You get fed up of the seemingly hopeless exercise in the end cos it looks like you saw the same cells last week.

ISSUES

Inspite of the murderous mosquitoes that didn't spare me over the night and left me ridges on my arm and a swollen lower lip, today was a li'l less hectic, less tedious. Nothing beyond the expected routine - Anatomy class (8 - 10), Gross Lab (11 - 1) and BCH class( can't recall o' clock). Only differernt thing, perhaps, was the BCH class which didn't hold cos we were supposed to have the 1st Incourse on Monday, the next. "We were" cos it was postponed this afternoon.

ISSUES might really not be the best title for this Post but . . .

In Gross Lab today we had to work on the abdominal part of our cadaver. Abysmally, we are about 45 to a cadaver which means not everybody can dissect but at least everybody can watch and talk. Dissecting tha abdomen of the cadaver implies you can't miss his( or her, but our's is a he) pubic region cos you'll have to identify the spermatic cords, etc. Now, in my group there are a number of enterprising girls who have generally directed the dissection of Our Man. Today they had to deal with his private parts - his pubic hair was getting in the way of their knives which ultimately meant he needed a shave.

Who was going to shave Our Man? The girls were feeling very inconvenient or plussed ( i suppose that's the antonym of non-plussed). They called on the the guys and, ofcourse, they backed off. Who was going to shave Our Man? The guys didn't want to do it either.

The girls eventually had to barber the thing o. The ISSUE, which i feel is quite surprising, is the respect ( if i can call it that) humans or Africans or Nigerians(regardless of sex) have for the private parts, even those that belonged to the dead, the same dead harmless helpless cadaver they had haplessly diemboweled and unhearted.

ISSUE 2: While waiting to get my clearance, it struck me how much stress Med School involves and i asked a co-student waiting, "what makes people study Medicine?" He answered "Ignorance." That's quite an answer and i didn't envisage that was what he'd say. Curious, i asked him still "what made you chose to study Medicine?" He answered "Not ignorance though," I laughed and asked him again. This time he explained that was where he knew he'd function well, so it was an issue of him utilizing himself optimally which many others don't know b4 taking the plunge. Brilliant Answer! Fantastic!

ISSUE 3: What F Iyanda calls "Nigeria Super Tuesday."Was that verdict UNWRONG?

Thank GOD it's Friday?
SLEEP in Caps Lock.

KOOKS: HIS MIND

Gross Lab was STARK the first time we went a-visiting, the lab was hot, sickly and unwholesome - miasmic. Everything in the lab, especially the tables, perhaps, pointed, not at the coldness of death (infact one couldn't have thought of death as cold in that hot lab) but at the sureness that we were going to work on dead bodies, real dead bodies. I had no funny imaginations, forgot those folk tales about a cadaver blinking his eyes, rising up to give you a clean dirty slap. Nevertheless, i felt we all were never going to remain the same after our first meeting with the President of the White House (Cadaver, of course).

We did eventually meet him... funny there meeting was devoid of soberness and was instead characterised by vigor, everybody wanting to discharge and cut, cut , cut.

Gross Lab REVEALS, it exposes without reserve a man INSIDE OUT and OUTSIDE IN. His private parts become public knowledge. We dissect the lungs, etc. even his heart.

But even with the advanced techniques science has made available to us to search a man thru and thru, his MIND we can't dissect, his MIND we can't , won't find, no matter how deep we cut into his heart. I think that still makes God King.

CASH ON THE TIP OF YOUR FINGERS

IN Germany, biometric technology might just soon make the use of credit cards obsolete. Biometric technology could possibly make your thumbs or fingers replace the cards and carry the money. . . More about biomet. tech. : www.elsevierscitech.com/nl/btt/home.asp

LUTH! NEW?

Anyone who cared to read my BLOGBIO b4 it was edited some time ago woulda seen the words "Prospective Idiarabite" snuggled inbetween other words. Now, I've quit being a prospective and resumed being a real one, a real LUTHite. I've been in LUTH for 'bout 3 weeks. I've NOT been able to find me a New LUTH. The New LUTH i'd seen in papers i'm still seeking. it's Prob'ly hiding in the belly of any of the hideously giant rats that gambol on our corridors, or snugged deeply inside the proboscis of the tiger mosquitoes that besiege us seeking a Niger Delta of Red Blood. I understand bewitched cats also comb the place - not to kill the rats o - enjoyn themselves. The toilets are nightmares, food awful, etc...

Renovation's not gone beyond repainting, etc...

I don't wanna write no longer.

RE:TIPTON

I appeared in the Tipton Poetry Journal issue #7. This issue is available in Print and Online versions.

http://tiptonpoetryjournal.com/tpj7/tpj_issue7.html

Contributors include: Toks Adetuyi, Gil Arzola, Greg Baysans, ShaindelBeers, Leah Browning, W.K. Buckley, Richard Alan Bunch, Wanda D. Campbell, Patrick Carrington, Joan Colby, Jennifer Pruden Colligan, Mary Crow, Terry Cunningham, Barbara Daniels, Liz Dolan, C.S. Fuqua, Michaela A. Gabriel, Liz Gallagher, Amy Genova, Shanna Germain, Paul Hostovsky, J.L. Kato, James Keane, David W. Landrum, Jean Lehrman, Alex Mattingly,Janet McCann, J M McDermott, M. Lynne Metz, Jim Miles, Scott Moncrieff, Mimi Moriarty, Lylanne Musselman, Ashok Niyogi, Robert Parham, Roger Pfingston, Stephen R. Roberts, Sarah Sarai, Steven Shields, Dorothy Summers, Gina M. Tabasso, Meredith Trede, Kathleen Vibbert and Ann Walters.