Nubian

The world isn't a perfect place. It truly isn't. You see deaths and sadness and chaos. Children die.....children. I grew up seeing children as innocents. Who would want to deliberately hurt babies? It's really baffling. Aleppo....where children have learnt to stop crying. I see the videos and pictures....and in all of them, these children are blank....no reaction. Just blank. I can relate. Now I hear of chemical attacks. Why??!!! I see bodies of little dead children being carried away to be buried. I see them. I am blank....I want to cry but the tears don't come. Then I hear of the rape of 12 year old boy and his assailant was only charged #30,000 and 1 month imprisonment. Just imagine. Where do people even get the guts to apologize for evil doing under the guise of 'family'? To the best of my knowledge, family should protect you....not hurt you. I can't hurt my sister. She's family. But I hear stories like this every day. A man beats the wife he promis...

I just watched a Royco seasoning advert I had loved as a child. An unhappy husband returning home from work is being welcomed by his lovely, stay-at-home wife. She comes at him with joy but he brushes her of. She tries to lighten up his mood by bringing him a glass of fresh juice which he turns down and continues reading the paper without even looking at her face. Then she remembers Royco. And she rushes to the kitchen to put together a beautiful combo of vegetables, tomatoes, onions and Royco. Husband gets fed up with the house, grabs his car keys to go somewhere and blow of steam. The aroma from the kitchen stops him...he traces it to the kitchen and he rushes to the dinning table. In a jiffy, the table was set and his lovely wife, the tray with the beautiful dishes in her hands, came in and caught him in the act. They laugh. She feeds him happily, he eats happily and all is well again. I still love that video. Properly captures the typical Nigerian home in the 80s and early 90s. ...

A participant's narrative: The Initiative is very promising in the sense that I believe its goals are to reach out to the common man like me who are in a better position to help spread the good news of Global Health, indirectly helping the populace in this region of the world, letting everyone know that health care is quite a reason for concern. . What I learned: 1. The pharmacy profession doesn't just end in the four corners of the classroom and hospital but finds application on a global scale which requires critical thinkers. 2. We, as pharmacists in the making, have a lot of responsibilities in the global scale and for us to meet them we have to think outside the box. 3. Global health Pharmacy is the way forward if we want to remain relevant in the health system. 4. Drugs and Disease are two things that go hand in hand in the health profession and we, as custodians of drugs, will have to stand to our feet and make sure that we are in control of all activities pertaini...

He had autism from birth. A developmental disorder that hampered his acceptance by the external society. People thought him weird and strange and treated him the way we commonly treat things that we do not understand. The only person who initially accepted him was his mother. (A big shoutout to all the inspiring mothers out there!!!). She loved him unconditionally, despite his defect and taught him all he needed to survive this world. And through his love for humanity and his willingness to contribute his positive quota, and kick against negative, strife-causing ideologies, he was able to bring a very bright ray of light to every gloomy situation he encountered and to the little part of the universe he occupied. We can make our world a better place through the little acts of kindness we show and goodness we do. We don't need to be a President, a Governor or a Senator. We just need to be ourselves, despite the challenges we face; health, academic, family, genetic, financial, e.t.c;...

I was supposed to give a talk about HIV/AIDS to the students of a public secondary school in Awka whose name I would rather not mention for the sake of the government. I do not have a problem with the school and the innocent young minds being raised in the school. My focus is on a particular lady whose name I didn't bother to ask for. We were about to begin the talk when she called me aside, into her office to 'speak to me'. In a voice heavy with judgement and self-righteousness, she told me how 'indecently' I was dressed, yammering and yammering about God and decency and morality and all her self-righteousness...that they don't even allow corpers wear their NYSC trousers to the school and they fire all their female staff who wore trousers. I looked at myself, dressed in a very decent, non-revealing black top and a pair of very decent black trousers and couldn't see the indecency in my attire. I respected her age and accompanied her to see the Principal. S...

The deepest most darkest of hells and the most beautiful of heavens, with us they all dwell. For in the silence of our minds our demons step into the light. The reside within us all; doubt, pain, worry, fear, anger, depression. A part of us as we are part of them. In our ignorance we run, we pray, we fight and kick hard against them believing they are forces outside our beings. Little we know that only in the silence of the minds do our true enemies step out to the battlefield. This has proved to be the noblest, greatest, most stormy, bloodiest and loudest of fights. Yet the most silent because it is only within that it is fought. Only in the silence of the mind We feign escapes ever so temporary in nature, in friends, lovers, alcohol, work and '' goals '', but as we can never truly run from ourselves so it is true for the demons that rest in the silence of our minds. For they wait in eternal patience for the slightest problems, smallest of disappointments and li...

Diary of a confused Pharmacy student . Episode 1 Wait!! Before you start seeing me as one of those pharmacist wannabes that just wanted to be a pharmacist without studying pharmacy, I am a pharmacy student who was recently introduced to the vast world of pharmacology with a near little knowledge of Pathology and dosing. This was my situation or something worse than this when my faculty decided in it's generosity to send me on an emergency IT. The frenzy and Euphoria it created amongst my colleagues got me more interested as my first vow of I must go for IT came when as a freshman in the campus, I was lured to attend the first NFCPS fellowship. At that fellowship the way and manner the Magnifique class of 015 brandished and danced from front to back a fat looking envelope. I won't want to talk about the sad tales I got from my elder colleagues whom told me of our different it is in the practice. I brushed them off saying my case should be different. As the frenzy died down, a...