Ms_Tomi

Tomi | 5'5 | To be more Christlike daily | She will become a good doctor ⚕️ | Basketball | 2nd Female Vice President of BUAMS❗️

[Ms_Tomi @_sheistomi]

If anything, I ran to Jesus during this period. He is my safe space fr.

[Ms_Tomi @_sheistomi]

No app reminds you like @duolingo.
Through email, notifications, and even its icon, it changes its form just so you don't forget to learn. Every single day, there is a different form of reminder.

[Ms_Tomi @_sheistomi]

Corbin should not see this. 😭
#loveislandusa

[𝐘𝐯𝐞𝐬 @thenayvuiiiton]

I love a touchy man who loves to kiss .

[Ms_Tomi @_sheistomi]

@ife1324749 Thank youu

[Ms_Tomi @_sheistomi]

A moving babe will get her MBBS degree.

[Ms_Tomi @_sheistomi]

I need to meet a Jablasian fr.
#loveislandusa

[Ms_Tomi @_sheistomi]

@fortuneswago Thank youu🥹

[Ms_Tomi @_sheistomi]

@ifechioflight I receive my Chief!

[feyisayo 💸 @feyiszn]

how silly of me to forget how far God has brought me simply because I want to go farther.

[Isiego.. @Isiego_]

Oko mi, please threaten me🤲🏽

[Reads with Ravi @readswithravi]

I’m in love with this sentence:

“You cannot be interested and inconsistent.”

[Ms_Tomi @_sheistomi]

@bubzyyyyyyy Chatgpt👀

[Ms_Tomi @_sheistomi]

@Dhayvheed14 Lose your logbook first
Your body will tell you.

[Ms_Tomi @_sheistomi]

My logbook oh😭😂
I can always jot again but tell me, where do I want to find my consultant's signature from the first day of posting? Imagine it was now outside posting😭

[JP @pathphamwarrior]

Medical students, what is/are your most important possession(s)?

[Ms_Tomi @_sheistomi]

@moraleDmaestro There's no time to fall sick oh

[A.VICTOR @Lifeof_AG01]

"I have gist for you"
A love language.

[Ms_Tomi @_sheistomi]

@_drgoofball Ehhh
My Chief abeg oh
You wan serve me ke😭😂

[Ms_Tomi @_sheistomi]

@_drgoofball Guyy! My heart was beating for her. Like, God forbid it went wrong.

[Ms_Tomi @_sheistomi]

@_drgoofball I feel it's Zach and KC. Aniya doesn't really know how to call out her friend.

[Dr. Emmanuel A. Owolabi @_emmaco4real_]

𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐀 𝐁𝐎𝐘 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐎𝐍𝐃𝐎 𝐁𝐄𝐂𝐀𝐌𝐄 𝐀 𝐃𝐎𝐂𝐓𝐎𝐑

Today, I can finally say it:

I am now a Medical Doctor.

Honestly, this journey did not begin in medical school. It began long before then in a humble home, with intentional parenting, sacrifice, resilience, and faith.

I was not raised with a golden spoon, but I was raised by a mother who would rather spend her last strength and resources investing in her child’s future. That alone shaped me deeply.

In 2017, I graduated as the best graduating student from my secondary school in Ondo State. Like many ambitious students then, I had one dream: the University of Ibadan. I scored 266 in UTME and confidently wrote the post UTME examination believing admission was certain. When the result came out, I had failed.

Till today, I still do not fully understand it.

I appealed the result because I genuinely believed something was wrong. But life moved on.

People advised me to move elsewhere. I reluctantly accepted OAU pre degree, still hoping medicine would eventually happen. During that period, I learned resilience, adaptation, and survival. Eventually, I gained admission to study Agricultural Economics, a course I actually loved because I already had a background passion for agriculture and entrepreneurship.

But deep down, medicine never completely left my heart.

I still walked around OAU College of Medicine sometimes, telling myself, “Maybe someday.”

Then came another dream: studying abroad.

That dream collapsed too.

I wrote international examinations, got scholarships, attended visa interviews across Lagos and Abuja, and was denied visas six different times.

Six.

At some point, I genuinely felt exhausted by disappointment. The painful part was not even failure itself; it was discovering how lonely failure can become. Sometimes people only celebrate proximity to your potential success. When things fall apart, you suddenly realize who truly cares.

But through it all, God remained faithful.

My mother remained supportive.

My guardians stood by me.

A few friends stayed.

And somehow, I kept moving.

After more than a year away from serious academics, I decided to write UTME again. I remember getting to the exam center in Lagos and seeing much younger students around me. At that moment, I prayed one simple prayer:

“God, please give me 300.”

Not because numbers define intelligence, but because after years of disappointments, I desperately needed hope again.

When the result came out, I scored 301.

That moment meant a lot to me.

I chose the University of Ibadan again initially, but eventually realized I could not afford more delays. So I changed my institution to Babcock University.

I knew nobody there.

No mentor.
No doctor in my family.
No clear roadmap.

Just faith, self motivation, and the determination to rebuild my life.

When I resumed in 2021, it was not easy mentally. I was older than many classmates by years. I missed my old friends deeply. But I told myself something:

“We may be in the same class, but we are not of the same class.”

I knew what I had survived.

I knew what I wanted.

And I knew I could not move casually through life anymore.

So beyond academics, I began building myself intentionally. I attended trainings, paid for courses, joined communities, volunteered, led initiatives, failed repeatedly, tried again, built platforms, created systems, and devoted myself to service.

Many people did not realize something:

I was not trying to prove anything.

I was trying to redeem time.

I wanted my pain to produce purpose.

I wanted my delays to produce impact.

Over time, leadership, research, advocacy, mentorship, and systems building became part of my life. I realized the kind of doctor I wanted to become would not be “ordinary.”

I want to be the kind of doctor God uses to build systems that transform lives and empower people.

Not merely buildings.

Not titles.

But people.

Communities.

Structures that outlive me.

Today,