Broken Mirrors

There’s this vintage glass cup in my house, my parents have had it for over 30 years. It  holds a special in their heart and  I respect that, even though l really do not care about inanimate objects. That glass cup is a territorial spirit. I don’t go near it. Somehow I feel we signed a nonverbal MOU to stay out of each other’s way but whenever it appears were I am washing dishes, I silently pray to osanobua it doesn’t break.

How not to help your Doctor

Somewhere online, a nurse recounted how she lost a patient because of her refusal to heed the Doctor's advise. She was warned not to give birth again because she had a heart condition. But Madam no gree, she died 3 months after childbirth.
One person commented "Rip. Its her time simple. Child birth or not, heart condition or not, fourth child or not "
You see, people don't listen. They don't.

How Our Music promotes Drug Abuse

The lyrics of a certain song l heard in the bus today is
"how would you like to smoke some weed "
Like that's the verse 1, 2,3 and some jigijigi between.
That sounded like saying.
Would you like to do Drugs?
Would you like to run mad?
Wouldn't you want to get your grey matter fried?.

The CP's Diary 2

Me:Are you hypertensive? 

Her : l bin get before, but God reject am for me. 

Me: Siddon make l tie your hand. (checks BP and its high) Eken, wetin you say happen to God? 

Her : I say l been get but God don reject am for me. 

Me : way your Drugs? When last you take am? 

Her : them da house. I never take am for 3 weeks. 

Me : ok. Me and God want make you da take your Drugs you hear?

She starts laughing, l join too. We talk more and she left satisfied.

The CP's Diary is a new corner we are introducing. It details my experience as a community pharmacist. The downside, fun times and of course you would learn a lot.

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Love on the Rock

The last time l went for a marriage /relationship seminar was 2016. I left there depressed. These days, l don't even bother except you are a sound teacher.

Out of all the sisters in that meeting, it was Just a handful of us that were in our 20's. Others were above the big 30 and oh boy! Their testimonies weren't funny. A sister aged 36, got up and told us of her challenges and pressure. Sounds good, right? Except other sisters followed suit—similar unfortunate experiences. Gradually, a meeting meant for edification turned to that of fear.

Confession of a Lazy Naturalista

When l started this natural hair journey, l thought all l needed was coconut oil, shea butter and a spray bottle. Cheap right?
They lied to us.
The first coconut oil l bought was adulterated. The second smelt like cooking oil. The third was from a client. Her Aunt sent it to her, sisi dropped it and said she wasn't going to use it. Why?
How?
Who doesn't use home made coconut oil?
'Ah! That my Aunt eh, She is a destiny killer o'. She said.
Ok aunty bring it for me you hear? My destiny is in Christ. And that was how l got over 100mls of correct coconut oil.

The CP's Diary 1

My Dad had a client we called 'Yamaha 80' named after the bike he rode. Looking back, l realize l now use pseudonyms for regular patients because remembering names is a challenge for me. So l have (in no particular order)
Pharm pharm - Because he calls me that.
Sugar Daddy - Uncle has chyked more than half of the Female staff.
Fat Burner - she is so concerned about loosing weight we won't hear word.

The bus conductor and I.

On my way to church last Sunday, something interesting happened. Few minutes after I got into the bus, this lady on radio asked an ancient controversial question. Guess it was a street waka series I think. So she asked ‘does wearing jewelries take people to hell?”

World Sickle Cell Day

Death is trapped within your bones. That is what you were told. Came to dwell there by a glitch in your blood and your red cells became many, tiny scythes or sickles waiting to pluck you off the tree of life. One day, you asked if death wasn’t a thing trapped in the bones of all men. Yes, but for you, it is an early bird. So you learnt to count your days with each throbbing pain, as these scythes squeezed and tore through vessels. You even counted on days when a seeming peace lived under your skin.

Exes and Trash talk

Fred (not real name) told me about his ex.  She was insensitive, disrespectful and was out to ruin his life.
I believed. Who wouldn't? Fred has a like able personality.
But...
I met Andra his ex and l was shocked!. She was none of what he described. This girl was wonderful and considerate. One day, l asked about the relationship and when we were done talking, l regretted ever thinking about her in a lopsided manner.

My first interview as a Pharmacist

This was my first interview since I became a pharmacist. I had a mixture of excitement and nervousness and I was determined to ace it (if there was anything like that). So here I was, neatly ironed skirt and shirt, heavily polished flats and my hair tucked into a bun. The goal was to look smart and professional. My first shocker was when l asked a friend who came to pick me

Me : Do you think l am appropriately dressed for this interview? 

Him: Well.... Yes... You look good but l swear you will get a 6 for this dressing. You should have worn a suit. 

Me: (gasps) huh? Ok... No problem sha (shrugs) 

Immediately, we got to the VIP Lounge, it suddenly felt like I missed the memo for dressing. Almost everyone was on a suit except for very few. 

Dear Womb Watchers

Dear womb watchers,
Stop asking your Married friends when they are going to have babies.
Stop questioning women about their ovaries.
Stop keeping  track of the length of people's marriage.
Stop telling them they've been married long enough to have a couple of kids, who asked you?
Please stop!
You may mean well,
You may be curious,

Traditional yen yen yen

Some traditional cultures and customs are long overdue for dumping. They've become thoughtless routines that do little or no good but much harm. They may have been relevant at some time but in the light of social evolution there's such a thing as "new realities"- people should adapt customs. 

I have a very industrious young friend called Obinna. He has a small electronic shop in PH. Since about 2004 when he served a master as an apprentice till when he got on his own, he's had to pause his schooling just because of lack of support and used his earnings to sponsor his younger siblings instead. About a year ago, he's aged father had to come join him and the siblings he's training at his PH residence because of health issues. I saw him like twice or so.

Craziest thing a waiter ever said to you.

Saw this hilarious thread on IG and thought I should share.
Enjoy!
The responses are very hilarious

The danger of Silence

“In the end, we will remember not the words of our enemies but the silence of our friends”- Martin Luther King Jr.

Every day, all around us, we see the consequences of silence manifest themselves in the form of discrimination, violence, genocide and war.  Yesterday, I watched a TEDx talk on “the danger of silence” by Clint Smith and I realized how l have short changed me and everyone around me. Often times, I find myself being a bystander on issues and not stepping in to say my opinion mainly because of fear but silence one day, silence the next … and we end up allowing something we didn’t want in the first place.  

What do we mean when we say"RAPE CULTURE"?

When we talk about rape culture, we’re talking about cultural practices that excuse or otherwise tolerate sexual violence. We’re talking about the way that we collectively think about rape. More often than not, it’s situations in which sexual assault, rape, and general violence are ignored, trivialized, normalized, or made into jokes.

And this happens a lot.

All the time.

Every day.

Word for today.

I have too many apps on my phone. Some came with the phone, some I installed by myself. My need for apps is constantly evolving so I keep installing and uninstalling as the need or lack of it arises. Like the time I installed Talking Angela to distract the kids only to realise it would distract me every now and then by meowing for attention(bad kitty)...uninstall! Another time I installed Shazam because I was searching for a particular song, instead I unwittingly downloaded a satanic heavy metal song that instantly fouled up the atmosphere in my house . I had to plead the blood of Jesus and sanctify the place...uninstall!
Next time I installed Candy crush Saga just to know what the noise was all about. As soon as I got the hang of it I became addicted...uninstall! Abeg I'm redeeming my time because the days are evil. I'm not discrediting any of these apps, I'm just trying to say something (before they'll say I gave them bad market).

SOCIAL MEDIA HEADACHE

Validation!!! Everyone seeks it. From friends, colleagues, families and loved ones. But now, we seek it more on social media. Lately, I've had to take a step back and examine my motive for doing things and unfortunately 80% has been for selfish reasons. The struggle to be accepted, valued, liked and held in high esteem. 

I usually tell my friends that whenever I post pictures online it's just because l want to save up memories and put them in the cloud. But for some time now, its been because l just want people to have the impression that I am game and doing well. Hair on fleek, career on fleek, family on fleek,  In fact Life on fleek. But that’s not the truth.