I was inducted into the medical profession today.
Allow me to reintroduce myself: Dr. Ayodeji John AYOOLA 😊🩺
MB; BS (Bachelor of Medicine; Bachelor of Surgery) - Ondo
*Press release*
*OUTRAGE IN OOUTH SAGAMU: NARD DEMANDS JUSTICE, ORDERS IMMEDIATE ACTION OVER BRUTAL ASSAULT ON FEMALE HOUSE OFFICER*
*The Nigerian Association of Resident Doctors (NARD) expresses its strongest outrage and unequivocal condemnation of the shocking and barbaric physical assault on a female House Officer at Olabisi Onabanjo University Teaching Hospital (OOUTH), Sagamu.*
This horrifying incident, reportedly carried out by a group of about *seven men alleged to be students of Gateway ICT Polytechnic, Saapade,* represents a gross violation of human dignity, professional sanctity, and the safety of healthcare workers. The victim; an innocent, dedicated young doctor, was singled out and brutally attacked following the unfortunate loss of a patient at the Accident & Emergency unit, after being identified as one of the team members that attended to the lost patient.
This is not only unacceptable—it is intolerable.
Hospitals are sanctuaries of healing, not battlegrounds of violence. It is deeply disturbing that doctors, who continue to render selfless service under extremely challenging conditions—including delayed remuneration and overwhelming workloads, are now subjected to physical harm while discharging their duties. Such acts strike at the very heart of our healthcare system and must be met with firm and decisive action.
In light of this grievous incident, the Leadership of NARD hereby declares as follows:
*1. Immediate downtool:*
In line with our zero-tolerance stance on assaults against our members, all NARD members at OOUTH Sagamu including House Officers, are hereby directed to embark on an immediate withdrawal of services until safety assurances are guaranteed.
*2. Demand for Justice:*
We call for the urgent identification, arrest, and prosecution of all individuals involved in this heinous act. Justice must not only be done but must be seen to be done.
*3. Institutional Accountability:*
The Management of Gateway ICT Polytechnic, Saapade, must take immediate steps to collaborate with security agencies to ensure the perpetrators are apprehended and appropriately sanctioned. Furthermore, they must take responsibility for the actions of their students, including covering the full cost of medical care and providing adequate compensation to the assaulted doctor.
*4. Strengthening Hospital Security:*
We call on the Management of OOUTH Sagamu to urgently overhaul and reinforce security architecture within the hospital premises. Proactive measures must be instituted to prevent a recurrence, alongside addressing all welfare concerns affecting our members to promote a safe and conducive working environment.
The Leadership of NARD stands firmly in solidarity with the entire Congress of OOUTH Sagamu and fully supports all decisions taken in response to this incident. Failure to meet these demands promptly will compel escalation to a regional and national industrial dispute.
We extend our deepest sympathy to our assaulted colleague and wish her a swift recovery; physically, emotionally, and professionally. NARD remains committed to ensuring her safety, dignity, and justice.
Finally, we call on government at all levels to urgently prioritize the protection of healthcare workers and enforce strict penalties against acts of violence in healthcare settings. The safety of doctors is non-negotiable. An injury to one is an injury to all.
Enough is Enough.
Healthcare workers must be protected.
Justice must prevail.
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My name is Zainab. I’m 27 years old. An SS.
That is, I live with sickle cell disease.
My parents are both AS.
Oh, they They knew.
They were told.
They still married.
They said God approved it. They said love would be enough. They said faith would cover the consequences.
I am the consequence.
I was diagnosed before I was two. My childhood memories are not playgrounds or cartoons,they are; hospitals, needles, and adults whispering when they thought I couldn’t hear.
In primary school, I missed classes so often that teachers stopped asking why. Some classmates thought I was pretending. Some thought I was cursed. I learned early how to smile while feeling different.
By secondary school, the pain episodes became more frequent. I would wake up excited for school and end the day on a hospital bed. I watched my mates grow normally while my life moved in pauses, school, hospital, recovery, repeat.
At 15, I lost my younger brother to sickle cell.
We were both SS.
That day changed me forever.
My parents broke down in front of me — crying, apologizing, saying “We followed faith. We didn’t think…”
But the damage had already been done.
Sometimes I forgive them.
Sometimes I resent them deeply.
Both feelings live in me.
In university, I tried to be normal. I joined sickle cell advocacy groups, volunteered with awareness organizations, spoke at events, encouraged parents to test their genotype. People call me strong. They call me a warrior.
What they don’t see is me crying alone at night after another silent pain episode.
They don’t see the fear that comes with planning a future in a body that doesn’t always cooperate.
And Relationships?
That’s another wound.
I’ve been loved… briefly.
The moment conversations turn serious about marriage, children, commitment….they leave. Some are honest. Some ghost me. Some promise forever and disappear quietly.
One man once said he would do anything for me. He talked about taking me abroad, better care, a life without fear. I believed him. For the first time, my heart rested.
Then one day, he stopped calling.
That heartbreak triggered one of the worst crises I’ve had as an adult. Not because of physical stress but because hope collapsed.
Now I’m older. The pain episodes come differently. Less dramatic, but more exhausting. My body recovers slower. My fears are heavier. I ask myself questions my parents never asked each other.
I am strong, yes.
But I am tired.
If you are AS and the person you love is AS, please love your unborn children enough to stop and think. Faith is not a license to ignore knowledge. I am a proof to that
I didn’t ask to be a lesson.
But if my life can prevent another child from being born into avoidable pain, then my voice matters.
That’s why I’m writing this to you. Because people listens to you and this story needs to be heard. I hope that your audience share this till it reaches those who are about to walk by faith and not by sight, Sickle Cell is real!.
Adeyinka, keep rescuing lives, I love how you raise awareness and say the truth unapologetically, those who do not like you are probably those who wish they could be you. Have you met you?. Oh,I see you Queen Ade💪🏻
One hill I am ready to live on is that Nigeria can afford to pay a fresh doctor at least 1.5M monthly. We all know the rate card of Social media Influencers, we know the least salary for a product designer, the start salary for a financial analyst is known to us, not to talk about that of a local government chairman.
The problem is simple; collectively, we don't value life that much! It is the same reason an average person will be willing to pay more money to their Mechanic to fix their car than they will be willing to pay a private hospital.
I received my first salary in the UK in 2022, the alert came in while in a bus and I was lost in thought that I almost passed my bus stop bcs I converted it to naira in my head and compared it to my annual salary in UCH, Ibadan. An average doctor here is within top 20% earner in the whole country, which conveniently moves to like top 5% after close to a decade of being a doctor.
I know what medicine took from us since medical school and it is pretty annoying to see the value the Nigerian state and system continue to place on it.
I was inducted into the medical profession today.
Allow me to reintroduce myself: Dr. Ayodeji John AYOOLA 😊🩺
MB; BS (Bachelor of Medicine; Bachelor of Surgery) - Ondo