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.