I will never forget the day, we were only 3 Doctors in clinic to see over a 100 plus patients…
MD comes to give me hell for being too slow and claims Ive been taking breaks and I should prove I had seen over 20 patients that day by showing a documentation…
The patient and relative watched the MD shout and berate me, heard him tell me to attend to the patient faster because people were complaining that the waiting time was too long
Immediately MD left, they bring out a phone and say their brother that is a Doctor in UK wants to talk to me
I almost started crying in frustration….
My husband’s last presentation, they used him to sweep the entire ground of FMC, the consultants dealt with him 🤣🤣🤣. He didn’t get one question correct even though he spent weeks preparing. Oga came home with a sullen face and almost refused to eat. He woke up twice at night just to tap me to say
“babe they did not even reason that I’m a married man with children”
For one week straight, he’ll randomly stop whatever he was doing, stare into the sky for a few seconds, then shake his head and scream “chai!”
Due to a mixup in the Ascension hospital pharmacy, FOUR patients received potassium instead of bupivicaine for epidurals before routine joint surgeries. At least one is now paralyzed.
The worst error I’ve ever heard of. Hard to see how this could happen.
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Small accounts, please listen.
August 28 is the last payment date for accounts currently in X’s monetization programme before the transition to the new Original Content Rewards programme.
And honestly, I think we need to talk about something.
Please support your mutuals the same way you support the big accounts. Like their tweets. Leave a genuine comment. Retweet their posts. Bookmark them. Engage with their content.
It costs you nothing, but to someone who is trying to grow, that one comment or repost can mean a lot.
There are so many creators who have been monetized but have barely earned anything because they don’t get enough engagement. They are putting in the work every single day, creating content, showing up, and hoping that one day their efforts will finally pay off.
We’re always excited to celebrate when the big accounts hit milestones, get paid or land opportunities. But wouldn’t it be beautiful to also see small creators celebrate their first payout?
Imagine seeing someone post, “I finally got paid,” and knowing that your little engagement helped them get there.
Support shouldn’t only flow upwards. Sometimes, we need to look around and help the people growing alongside us.
If you have small creators on your timeline, support them. Their time will come too. And when it does, you’ll be glad you were part of the journey.
I’m a full blown Engineer. When I see people address me as Comrade or Honorable, I squirm a little.
I went to University, got certifications, COREN, joined SPE to just be dismissed as Comrade or Honorable
When they face one or two litigations here and there, some of the noise on Twitter will naturally calm down.
Medical ethics is not being properly taught or emphasized enough in some medical schools, and that may explain why some people behave the way they do.
If I visit you in a clinic as a patient and later see you publicly discussing my medical condition in a mocking tone, you may not have mentioned my name, but that doesn’t automatically make it ethical. Someone who knows the circumstances could easily associate that post with me.
For us physicians, medical ethics is not something we joke about. It is a critical component of postgraduate training and examination, and you must demonstrate competence in it before becoming a member of the postgraduate medical college.
I make millions trading, yet I spend all my time posting adverts on social media, creating trading educational programmes and seminars, and constantly urging people to join my Telegram channel.
What am I? 🤔
gusau that year. nice accommodation, light and water. hands on experience too but keep money for bandits sha coz u must cross that sokoto gusau road..lol
If on Wednesday I don't get the hospital I want, I might just pick that FMC Birnin Kebbi that you people have left on that site
I need to be out of this place nowwww
You can't compare both systems. In US, a doctor charges 300-400 USD per hour or can even charge per consultation So for them, its worth the stress unlike in naija, u want to kpai doctors with poor pay and stress.
This HMO convo is funny
That Dr complaining, what will he now do in the US where a lot of people use Medicaid?
Apart from Medicaid, majority of people use insurance too
Everything in Nigeria is classicism
I want to be fair to @PeterPsquare . He is not wrong that French opens doors Igbo does not. He is not wrong that parents get to decide how they raise their own children. But I guess he underestimates the fact that he is not just any parent. P-Square is a name millions of Igbo people grew up admiring, their success made them proud to be who they are. People all over the world sang their songs using Igbo words. So when a voice like that says Igbo is not worth passing on, it does not land like one man’s private choice. It gives permission for a belief a lot of people were already quietly carrying, that English and French, in short anything foreign, sits above Igbo, that their native language is something to graduate out of rather than something to hold onto.
I am not Igbo. I am Swiss. But my husband made it clear from the beginning that our children would speak Igbo, and I have never once seen that as a burden or a complication. Our children speak Swiss German, English, and Igbo at home, German at school, and now French as well, since that is part of their school curriculum too. Five languages, and none of them fighting each other for space. That is the part people forget when they frame this as a choice. Children do not need to pick one language to be strong in. They can navigate several at once, easily.
It is adults who turn language into a competition. Children just absorb what is spoken to them and grow fluent in all of it.
A language is not only a tool for getting ahead. It is also a rooting tool, the place where love, memory, and belonging live. It is the specific way a grandmother scolds you and forgives you in the same breath. It is a joke that only works in the original. Lose the language, and you do not just lose a skill. You lose a room in your own house, one you can still visit as a guest but never quite live in again. That is what worries me most in this conversation. A child who cannot speak their father’s or mother’s language will, at some point, stand in that homeland and feel like a stranger. Not unwelcome, not unloved, just outside something that was supposed to be theirs by birth.
One day, my sons will be handed a kola nut, and in that moment, no one should have to do it for them. They should know how to receive it, how to speak over it, how to break it themselves, not pass it along to someone else because they never learned the words or the meaning behind them. That is such a small moment, and yet it says everything. It is the difference between being someone’s guest and being someone’s own.
So when I hear “Igbo is useless,” what I actually hear is a wound that has not healed.
From the outside, I have watched how often English or French get treated as the languages worth keeping, while Igbo gets treated as the one you can afford to let go of. That preference did not come from nowhere. It is a colonial hierarchy that convinced generations of people that closeness to their own culture was a limitation rather than a foundation. I don’t say this to shame anyone, least of all a man raising his own family the best way he knows how. I say it because the people who shape how we see ourselves carry a weight beyond their own households, whether they asked for it or not.
My hope is simple. That we stop treating our children’s languages as a competition with only one winner. That we let them have both the world and their roots, and trust that they are capable of holding both without ever having to choose.