I passed my 4th and final MBBS exams. A journey of almost 9 years has come to an end.
The name remains the same, but the title's different.
Reintroducing:
Dr. Ama F. A. BSc.(Hons), MB;BS Bingham University.
Indeed, delay is not "delilah" or, however, it is, y'all say it.
Last week, Emeka went for his pre-employment medical test. He was almost never sick, so he wasn't worried. Everything came back normal. Except one line on the result sheet: Hepatitis B. Reactive. He read it three times before it made sense.
URGENT CALL FOR HELP!!!!!
This is a young medical doctor called Dr Innocent. He’s working as a house officer at the Nigerian Navy Reference Hospital in Calabar, Cross River State.
Dr Innocent and his other doctor colleagues who are also house officers have NOT been paid for 290 days.
Yes you read that right.
A whole 290 days of working as a medical doctor with ZERO pay. That’s about 10 months work with NO pay.
According to Dr Innocent,
The Ministry of Defence has refused to pay their salaries for no reason. This young medical doctors are being worked like slaves while receiving ZERO pay.
They have nobody to speak for them.
They have nobody to fight for them.
They are suffering and dying in silence.
Please if you see this tweet,
Kindly retweet, share and tag General Christopher Musa the Minister of Defence, and also please tag the Ministry of Defence,
I don’t know these doctors personally,
But we can’t watch evil and say nothing.
Please don’t let this young doctors suffer in vain, they have families who depend on them for support and survival,
It will only take you 2seconds,
Kindly retweet this post. This is the little we can do to help these doctors from the evil injustice done to them by the Ministry of Defence.
Pls share and retweet. Thank you.
Jesus has the most beautiful daughters.
I am beautiful, and I preach the Gospel on buses and in the streets.
There is no greater beauty than a life surrendered to Christ. I pray that my life makes Jesus proud. 😌
I was born with sickle cell disease.
I had Crisis after crisis, constant pain, multiple organ damage by age 28. Doctors said I wouldn’t see 35.
During one brutal episode, I prayed like never before while hooked up to morphine. The pain vanished overnight.
Follow up tests showed my hemoglobin was normal. No sickle cells. Geneticists ran every test, markers for the disease had disappeared. I haven’t had a crisis in 4 years.
My hematologist calls me the walking miracle file.
You have to believe that there is God.
February this year Dr. Ogbomade Samson Romani a House officer at Delta state hospital management agency was beating up by patient relatives.
The young doctor suffered from a tympanic membrane rupture and other complications following the assault, since then he has been repeatedly falling ill and the hospital he worked never offered him any care until recently when he slumped and was rushed to the ICU.
His assaulters were never arrested and the association only went on strike following another assault that occured last week Saturday because management sees assault as a norm.
A WhatsApp Necrology telling us how he was a hardworking doctor shouldn't be the end of this painful demise, the healer should not be killed by those he devotes himself to healing, Dr Romani deserve justice, his assaulters should be made to face the wrath of the law.
@mohagirei@nard_nigeria
Imagine loving your wife so much that you publicly beg Veekee James to give her the honeymoon you couldn’t… real love still exists ❤️🥺
His wife won in life fr fr
I wanted to take some time to celebrate my wife today. She is the usual quiet and non-social media type (and yes two opposite married). Today she matched into the Internal Medicine residency program and by the special Grace of God will be an internist in the next three years.
But the journey didn’t start today. It’s being a rollercoaster ride; the ups and downs and she is the perfect description of “when life gives you lemons, you make lemonade with it.” She has mastered that art. In 2016, we had just started dating when she took the decision to go back to med school in Nigeria on completing a degree in Nursing from Ghana. It was a tough choice giving that we had just started our love journey.
I had always told her time is going to pass by quickly. But it was not that simple. At Bingham University where he started med school, she was admitted into the second year class given her background as a nurse and was projected to finish in 5 years, but 5 soon became 6 and 6 became 7. Which is something most Nigerians experience with periodic strikes and other administrative challenges. Three years into med school, I moved to the USA and although we were already doing distant relationship, it felt like the distance had widened. Very tough, but she remained strong and God always showed up.
At some point, we just made the decision we weren’t going to pause life because we were each developing our careers and so we got married in the middle of the COVID-19 outbreak (another story for another day). It was exciting at least to be bonded in the sacrament of Holy Matrimony. And you won’t believe what followed? Yes, she became pregnant with our first daughter. The initial excitement of getting married and finding out we were going to be parents soon faded as I had to return to continue with my doctoral studies.
So here she was studying for her medical degree (anyone who’s been there knows how tough this is) and now she has to deal with a pregnancy which was marred by hyperemesis and my absence through out the pregnancy period. At some point she had to move out of the student hotel into a private residence which was about 4 miles from the university. But that also came with not just the challenges of staying by herself and trying to get to school everyday, but there was (still is) growing insecurity in Plateau State Nigeria where kidnapping was a business and Islamic insurgency was on the increase. I believe I am not able to completely explain how it felt like for her, but she pulled through and we welcomed our first daughter in last quarter of 2021.
Thanks to the many family members, friends, and our beloved nanny who showed up for her (us) during and after the pregnancy. I believe that made a lot difference. But the journey didn’t end there. Moving to the US was tough. She had just finished med school and had no time to do housemanship (internship) or national service and little experience in medical practice. Then again, she was very determined to make things work. In 2024, she registered to write the step 1 of the US board exams and whilst preparing , she took on some volunteering and shadowing duties. In the end, she aced the step 1 and started preparing for step 2 that same year, but as God will have she became pregnant with our second daughter. Once again a very difficult pregnancy and we decided she took a break, stay home and just rest for the duration of the pregnancy. Many things happened in between, but once we welcomed our daughter last year, she was determined to be ready to apply into residency in September 2025. She had just three months to read through every material and helping with the newborn. And it all happened seamlessly. In quick successions, she passed step 2, wrote OET, took on more volunteering and externship roles and prepared her application documents (another story for another day).
#Match2025
DEAR MOTHERS, PLS, I WANT YOU TO TEACH ME HERE. HELP ANSWER THIS. GIVE YOUR TIPS❤️
THE STRESS OF BREASTFEEDING AFTER DELIVERY.
WE SOMETIMES FORGET THE DIFFICULTIES MOTHERS FACE.
LET ME TRY AND ANSWER.
My dear Ojugo,
Come, sit with me, not because the chair is soft or the air is calm, but because there is something sacred about two people who care about life speaking truthfully to each other. And motherhood, that tender storm, becomes gentler when shared.
You are tired, and your tiredness is valid. You are worried and your worry is the mark of a mother who loves deeply.
So let us talk, softly, with the honesty of people who know that nights can be long and bodies can be heavy and babies can be both joy and bewilderment wrapped in warm skin.
Can you lie down to breastfeed?
Yes, my darling, you can. And not just because your arms are aching, or because the night sometimes feels endless, but because NHS, NICE, and RCPCH guidelines agree that the side-lying breastfeeding position is safe when done well.
Women all over the world have fed like this, and have survived, and have thrived, and have whispered silent prayers over small foreheads while lying on their sides.
How to do it safely, the side-lying way
Let me guide you, as though your hand is in mine:
● Lie on your side, your head resting on a firm pillow, not sinking, not tilting.
● Place your baby beside you, also on their side, tummy meeting your tummy.
● Align your little one. head, neck, spine in a gentle straight line.
● Support their back or hips with your hand or a small rolled towel.
● Keep their nose and mouth free, no blankets creeping in like uninvited guests.
● Clear the bed of pillows, toys, and anything that might hide the baby’s breath.
Because safety is not just a rule,it is a love language. And yet… after the feeding, comes the forgetting
So many mothers forget this part, and you must not: Even when you breastfeed lying down, your baby still needs to be burped.
Because babies swallow air,
and air rises, and when a small human lies flat immediately, tiny risks whisper in:
• coughing,
• mild choking,
• a little milk wandering the wrong way,
• and, though rare aspiration.
So do not let your baby remain flat right after feeding, my dear. Lift them. Hold them. Or invite help.
How to keep your little one safe afterwards
You can:
• Roll your baby gently onto your chest to burp them.
• Let your partner be your midnight warrior, the one who lifts the baby while you float in and out of sleep.
Motherhood is not a solo performance; it is a choir. And you are allowed, yes, allowed to rest while others hum the night with you.
But if your eyes are closing faster than your thoughts… If exhaustion is pulling you into sleep without permission… Please avoid leaving the baby beside you unsupervised.
Fatigue is real, and safe-sleep guidance exists to honour both of you.
You are doing well, Ojugo You are thoughtful. You are careful. You are already the mother your child needs, the one who asks, who listens, who tries.
So breathe, my dear. Rest where you can. And walk this journey with the softness of knowing you are not alone. And when you are unsure, ask again.
I am here.
And I will walk with you, slowly, tenderly, through this beautiful, complicated, awe-filled thing called motherhood.
CC: @YourBabysDoctor
"He came home from the pitch, entered the shower, and slumped."
We’ve all heard these tragic stories. But here is the hard truth: Healthy hearts do not die from cold water. Most people who "slump" in the shower have an undiagnosed heart condition like HCM (Hypertrophic Cardiomyopathy) or an electrical glitch in the heart.
When cold water hits your skin, your body triggers the Cold Shock Response. Your heart rate spikes and your blood pressure jumps. In a healthy person, this is just an "adrenaline rush." But in a heart with an undiagnosed abnormality, this spike is the final trigger for a fatal rhythm (Arrhythmia).
When a person slumps post-exercise, the water is usually an innocent bystander. It didn't create the problem; it just unmasked it. The real culprit is often an undiagnosed abnormality. So let’s stop blaming the water for a crime committed by the heart itself.
Someone shared this testimony from the Hallelujah Festival 🥺
A woman gave birth in 2024, and just 2 days before her baby’s dedication… the baby d!ed 😥
She had the baby through CS.
The pain… unimaginable.
During the Hallelujah Challenge, she prayed for God to replace what she lost.
She conceived again… but started bl€eding.
In October, a word was given:
“Ask God for what you want.”
She asked that when she delivers, Nathaniel Bassey would carry her baby.
By God’s grace, on Dec 3rd, she gave birth to a baby girl 🥺❤️
She came to share her testimony… and as she was about to leave,
Nathaniel called her back:
“Let the prophecy be fulfilled.”
He carried the baby.
Blessed and dedicated her.
And pledged ₦5m for her education.
God is faithful. Always. 🙏
#HallelujahChallenge
My older cousin got pregnant at 29 after years of saying she wasn’t sure she even wanted kids. When she finally decided she did, it felt intentional. Thought out. Safe. At 14 weeks she developed intense itching on her hands and feet. She mentioned it at her appointment. The nurse said pregnancy does weird things to skin. She went home with lotion samples. The itching got worse. She couldn’t sleep. She called again. They told her it was probably hormones. At 28 weeks she noticed the baby wasn’t moving as much. At the hospital they found no heartbeat. They called it “one of those unexplained stillbirths.” She drowned in that word. Unexplained. Her marriage didn’t survive the silence that followed. He wanted to try again immediately. She was terrified. They divorced two years later. At 45 she was reading about intrahepatic cholestasis of pregnancy and felt sick. The symptoms matched exactly. She requested her old labs. Her bile acid levels had been elevated. The result was flagged. No one had followed up. No medication. No monitoring plan. Just lotion. It wasn’t random. It was missed. She spent years thinking her body failed quietly. It turns out it had been asking for help the whole time.