Imagine a 17 or 18-year-old kid.
A kid who practically locked himself in a room.
Cut himself off from the world. Did not attend family functions. Did not watch movies. Felt guilty even while taking breaks.
He would look outside the house and see other kids having a good time. He would long for their carefree lives, but then he would remember that lifelong dream, the dream of becoming a doctor, and he would return to the world of books.
Life became all about A, B, C and D.
As the exam came closer, life became even tougher. The pressure became too much to bear. He was still a kid, but grown up enough to dislike sharing his anxiety with others.
He would talk to a friend who was in the same situation, and then came the line that kept both of them going:
“Few weeks more, and it will all be over.”
He pushed himself further.
The anxiety increased. For the first time, he understood what sleeplessness meant, what palpitations felt like, what the pressure of expectations was, and what loneliness could do to a person.
The whole ecosystem of preparation kept telling him that he needed to do more.
Every motivational video, every strategy session, every video of toppers being made to dance awkwardly, all seemed to tell him the same thing:
You need to do more.
So he pushed himself further.
“Few days more.”
That was the thought that gave him some strength.
Then came exam day.
He had struggled to sleep the previous night. In the morning, he puked. He could not eat. His family forced him to take some juice, and somehow, he reached his exam centre.
The next few hours would decide whether his dream would come true, or whether he would see it shattered at the tender age of 17.
He did everything he could in those hours.
The exam went well.
And now, he had hope.
But that hope rested on one basic presumption:
That the system is fair.
That in this system, hard work gets rewarded.
And then came the news of a paper leak.
The boy was shattered.
The seats are few. What will happen now?
If those who got access to the leaked paper get the seats, students like him will be edged out.
And then came another news.
There may be a re-exam.
He has to go back to the same books again.
Again the sleepless nights. Again the puking. Again the palpitations.
Will he survive it?
Or will the stress be too much, and will it finally break him?
What is his fault?
What did he do wrong?
Why can his government not ensure even basic fairness in the system?
Why do leaders who cannot stop praising themselves fail to do the minimum for the kids of this country?
And why do officers who write essays on ethics become corrupt the moment they get power?
Why is this country still so dysfunctional?
And why are people still afraid to ask questions?
Alas, there will be no answers.
The kid will be told to stay strong and go back to the grind.
It will be business as usual.
Justice? What is that?
#NEET
Stress shortens your DNA. But one state can repair it. And it's not sleep. At the ends of your chromosomes are protective caps called telomeres. They prevent DNA from fraying. Every time a cell divides, telomeres get shorter. When they're too short, the cell dies. Scientists discovered something shocking: stress speeds up this clock dramatically. Elizabeth Blackburn won the Nobel Prize for discovering telomerase — the enzyme that repairs telomeres. For years, scientists believed it worked only in stem cells. They were wrong. Your mental and emotional state directly affects telomerase activity. Stress suppresses it. You don't age from time. You age from your state. A University of California study found that mothers caring for chronically ill children had telomeres equivalent to someone 10 years older than their peers. Stress literally cuts years off your life at the DNA level. Here's the most important part: Blackburn discovered that meditation increases telomerase activity by up to 30%. Not exercise. Not supplements.
Mental stillness.
There’s a debate going on about which is worse: mosquitoes or bedbugs.
As someone who respects facts, trauma, and lived experience, let me be clear:
Bedbugs are the worst creatures to ever exist.
Mosquitoes?
We Africans are built for mosquitoes.
They disturb you, you slap one, you get malaria, you treat it, life moves on.
Use a net, cover your body, sleep with fan, you’ll still manage to sleep.
But bedbugs?
Ah.
When bedbugs enter your house, you are no longer the landlord.
You are the tenant.
In fact, you are the visitor.
If ONE bedbug enters your house today, by tomorrow morning they are about 70 million.
No meeting. No warning. Just multiplication.
Bedbugs don’t disturb sleep, they cancel sleep.
They don’t bite you, they traumatize you.
If you survive bedbugs, you may need therapy to feel safe in your own bed again.
Bedbugs will make you appreciate the Nigerian government.
Bedbugs are worse than bandits.
You can fumigate today, tomorrow, next week,
one or two will still survive to tell the story.
In fact, to finally defeat bedbugs, you have to leave the house for them.
You relocate.. While you probably wait for Trump to Nuke your area.
And let’s talk about their confidence.
Bedbugs existed before beds were invented.
Meaning they came prepared.
Humanity just caught up later.
Their scientific name is Cimex lectularius- you see the name? Bedbug is a senior lecturer.
And trust me, bedbugs will lecture you about life, humility, suffering, patience and why pride is useless.
In every language, the name “bedbug” never sounds friendly.
In Idoma, it's called 'ikpre'.
In Ebira language, it's call Ikazi (which sounds like 'irazi', meaning 'war') You dey hear am? Bedbugs is a bringer of war.
No translation sounds like peace.
So please, let’s stop this debate.
Mosquitoes are annoying but Bedbugs are demonic.
If bedbugs visit your house, you are the guest.
In 10th–20th century, Girls as young as 4–7 had their feet broken and tightly bound for years until the arches collapsed and toes curled under in china. The goal? Create the golden lotus (3–4 inch deformed foot) deemed erotic and a status symbol for upper-class men.
Women endured lifelong agony, inability to walk normally, infections, gangrene, and death from complications. It literally crippled half the female population in certain regions for centuries to prevent mobility and independence..
A erotic status symbol for elite men
Result? Lifelong agony, infections, gangrene, death. Millions crippled for centuries,literally hobbling female independence. One of history's cruelest beauty traps..
@spinesurgeon In Gujarat, for example in Kutch district only there are so many PHCs, CHCs, SDH but with vacant posts for medical officers, specialists like psychiatrists, ENTs etc. Also came across few print articles showing the statistics of it all
https://t.co/sNlyeu8iO8
@spinesurgeon Few people willingly opt for anatomy, biochemistry, physiology, preventive and social medicine. Doctors are very much required in the public health sector, administrative and policy making roles. Also in hospital management instead of non medicos. (3/3)
@spinesurgeon in rural areas and want to live in towns/cities where obviously there are too many doctors.
Another point is when as a society there will be increased respect for teaching and research fields, people will opt for pure teaching fields by choice. (2/3)