A Nigerian store is selling 4 nylon-packed Mackerel (Alaran) fish for just $25, while the cold room sells a whole carton for $70.
We are part of the architects of our own problems.
This is exactly why I can no longer rate religion.
We are far too greedy as a people, and it doesn’t matter where we find ourselves in the world.
If your religion doesn’t shape your morals and compel you to act with a conscience, then what’s the point
Since YCee has awakened Nigerians to the “Olodo uprising” debate, here’s a report on how the big tech giants weaponize their algorithms to dumb down the Nigerian/African population.
It’s my favorite report for the @Spearhead_Af from last year, but evergreen. Make sure you follow the @Spearhead_Af for more of this every single day.
For this, you’ll need to speak with your department’s HOD or Dean because the document has to be sent directly from the department. You should provide them with the specialty you’re having evaluated and remember to include your WES reference number.
You’ll also need to complete a separate verification with the NMCN and include the WES reference number there as well.
Note: The process can be expensive because you may have to pay fees to both your department and the NMCN for verification.
If you need more information, feel free to drop your questions in the CS.
Today, nursing humbled me. 😭
I used to laugh whenever people said they vomited during a procedure.
"How can you be a healthcare worker and still throw up?" I'd think.
Well... life decided to educate me today.
A patient was rushed into the emergency unit and before anyone said a word, the smell arrived first.
I immediately suspected a pressure ulcer.
I wore my gloves, turned him to one side, and the odour became so aggressive I had to put on a face mask.
Then I pulled down his trousers...
My brain stopped working.
I have never seen that quantity of faeces in my entire life. It was everywhere... mixed with blood.
I was still trying to process what my eyes were seeing when...
PRUUUHHHHHHH!!! 😭
Fresh ammunition landed directly on my gloved hands.
That was it.
I felt my soul disconnect from my body. Something left my stomach, climbed to my throat, and before I knew it...
🏃🏽♂️💨 I sprinted across the emergency unit and vomited in front of everybody.
After recovering, I removed my gloves, washed my hands, asked his wife to help clean him up, and quietly went to sit under the fan to rethink every decision that led me into nursing.
I owe every healthcare worker I've ever called "weak" a public apology.