What's up folks? I'm trusting y'all are doing very well by God's grace. Nothing much has been happening as usual. I came down with a very bad cough and cold last Friday but now i feel much better, i even lost my voice for a day. Thank God for cough drops and Vicks.
A Naija guy that attends school not too far from mine contacted me via facebook. According to him, ok we'll call him Ebi, he wanted to check out the school for his friend that was gonna transfer into the Nursing program. Yesterday we all met up and had so much fun chatting and taking pictures. Ebi came in company of his friend that just took the MCAT exam and passed it, so we had loads to talk about of course. They even attended bible study with my girls and i, which was great. Can someone please tell me why my Kasali, decided to act up yesterday?
Kasali is my car, see it's a very cool car and whenever i drive it, i feel on top of the world for some reason. It's one of those cars that when pple see u in, they think ur money has arrived. If only they knew the story behind it! I'm sure some folks at school, scratch that, i know some folks at school that are jealous of me 'cos of Kasali o. I tell u, it's just plain crazy to be jealous or envious 'cos if u know the story behind some things, u'd realize the folly of ur jealous ways. Back to Kasali, that's how i ran out of gas o and Kasali no gree start. Sho! I gas up my car every Sunday, and that lasts me for a week, ceteris paribus. So u can imagine the shock on my face when Kasali no gree start. I'm very bad when it comes to managing cars, u know checking the oil, and all that stuff (BOYFRIEND WHO KNOWS A LOT ABOUT CARS NEEDED ASAP). Sikira of blessed memory, my former car, suffered in my hands. That was my very first car and i killed it. Me that i was forming babe before, see how this yeye car dan burn my cable sha. Big gal wey no fit put gas in tank, abi? Sha, sha, sha i sorted that one out, and we didn't let that mishap spoil our fun.
My people, i was inspired today o. As in everything happens for a reason. I don't believe in coincidences at all. That's how i checked the mail o, and saw our local hospital's newsletter in the mailbox. I'm like sho! since when did i start getting newsletter from these peeps. It so happened it wan't addressed to me and it was in the wrong mailbox, 634 instead of 633. I just flipped thru the pages and saw an article about the new chief of cardiothoracic surgery. The guy was originally from Cameroon, and when i read about the obstacles he faced and how he turned them into opportunities, i was awed! This is someone that wouldn't let the circumstances of his birth determine his future. He was a foreign student yet, went to Harvard for his residency, infact one of the best schools for med school and all. Not like he could afford it or his family, 'cos his father was a cattle rearer in Cameroon. I've promised myself that i MUST speak to him before i graduate in May. How i'm gonna do that, i have no idea. But i'll see if i can get his direct line, email, anything, i just need to glean some words of wisdom from this man who has achieved so much. I need people like that to inspire me, to mentor me, to keep me focused.
Anyways, that's it for now folks. I'm charged up for TERC tomorrow. You guys don't want to miss out, 'cos tomorrow's gonna be exciting, som'n extra special. See you guys tomorrow, God willing.
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