Meeting the(my) Dentist

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You know they say, what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger. Right? Well yea!

Sunday night was hell, I kept myself distracted by pinging and tweeting(remember I said social network can be your best friend or worst enemy) just the way it has brought me to blogging, it was about to bring me cure.

A lot of my friends and followers sympathised with the way I related my threshold of pain in English, Gibberish, French, Science, Art and even Comedy. They probably thought I was joking until I asked @Giditraffic where i can get the best dentist. Let me rewind!

I started following @Giditraffic after he won the future awards and ever since he’s been of great help. He actually inspires me and sometimes I beef him (positive beefing sha). Back to the story.

Before I came back from the toilet, my mention was flooded with a lot of suggestion and links on how I can the best treatment. I was wowed with a “private dental clinic on Opebi and #LASUTH Ikeja”. It was a bit confusing as to who and whom to trust. I didn’t go with my heart nor my brain, my bank account chose for me. I decided to go with #LASUTH, since it is a government hospital and would definitely be cheaper. Good use of social network… Thank you @Giditraffic! Finding my way to #LASUTH on monday morning was challenge 1. I asked @Giditraffic again and yes, my mention was flooded. In about an hour, I was in #LASUTH nice and easy. The ride there was terrific but I was hopeful, no gallop or crazy conductor can ruin my day more than this ache in my ear, throat n gum.

I got to the Dental clinic’s reception but was denied any attention saying; I have to come before 8am to be attended to. Well, i didn’t know this beforehand and I can’t go all the way back to the island after missing work plus this pain?? No way! She just looked at me in a very disgusting way and walked out on me. I kept my cool and walked pass the dental rooms, making sure one of the doctors saw me, one finally caught my eye and I spoke immediately. “Sir, please I wasn’t well attended to and I need something to help me with my pain till tomorrow” I said with a teary eye. He smiled and promised it was going to be okay, asked me to get aspirin and come early the next day.

Of course, I fed my twitter fans (smiles and bats lashes) with my gist. I got several “get well soon” messages. I was feeling the attention šŸ˜€ at least it was distracting me from the pain.

Tuesday, 11th september, 2012 I rose up to defeat that woman that was beefing me because I kacked up to the hospital. No matter how sick I am, I look good (you know, Mr right might just be on the road), she should just deal with it. I got there in my jean and black top and my printed tuxedo jacket. Not minding her sad face, I got my appointment card and sat at the reception patiently waiting for my name/number to be called. Finally, after 3 hours of waiting and meeting a couple of people that I knew through the #ProjectIMMADE Campaign and few of my clients(I’m becoming popular o), I was at the doctor’s reception waiting for my turn. As usual, I had to protest some cheating that was going on, there and then someone else knew me; it was MIMs (olufemi) we’ve been virtual friends for a while. I didn’t even recognise him, I didn’t realise he was that young man. I have been eyeing the guy since I got to the doctor’s reception. Girls sha, someone I use to form for on twitter and bbm, I’ve been scoping him all morning (let’s hope he’s not reading this).

I got into the doctor’s room, sat on the dental chair, related all my issues with him, had them checked and was asked to take an X-ray. He insinuated that the upper flap would be cut and that I might have to undergo surgical extraction. Erm that is Dr Imade talking. He’s sweet, friendly, patient, loving, nice and all. The attributes you find in a doctor and a man. In about 2hrs of consultation and testing, we had talked about a lot of things including marriage. Well sadly, he was married. He got married in May šŸ˜¦ .
After all the testings, he scheduled me for an emergency surgery the next day, 3pm on wednesday, 12th of september. I went in for the supposed surgery, I was relaxed and comfortable because I trusted my doctor, MIMs was there with me *winks*. I was supposed to go through the normal surgery, after been administered anaesthetic. But after 3 doses, I still was feeling pain in some parts of my mouth. Of course I don’t take alcohol or smoke but I just wasn’t responding. Dr Imade decided to give me one more dose and go in immediately, he promised not to do normal procedure because that would leave me out of work for 2weeks but will try some magic. To cut the long story short, his magic worked and I returned home. That night was the worst night ever. I thought my ear was going to explode but after two doses of Ibrophen and 5hours of grunting, I felt better. My gum is still sore, the stitch still hurts but its day 4 and I feel better already. Dr Imade still calls me twice a day to check up on me.

Moral of the story, I Lā™„āˆšŲ¹ my doctor and the way he has handled his patients. If Doctors can be that nice, performing magic on patients would be a lot more magical. *wink wink*

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THE WAKE UP CALL

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Good morning, at least there is something good about this morning, even though it might not be the same in another region but whichever situation we are, we should be grateful.

Let’s re-wind to about 40hours ago….

I was getting set with my friends and a cousin of them who just got in from the UK few days back, the aim was to show her the fun side of Nigeria, we were all looking fly and sexy. The gals in colorful dresses and the guy looking cool, ready to go storm the beach and have maximum fun. We were about leaving when i decided to update my status as usual, ..beach things.. Only for me to see about two updates saying there was a plane crash; to be sincere i wasn’t moved but then i decided to check twitter and that was all over my TL, I quickly asked a couple of people i know would have facts and they confirmed. I told the people around me in the house and they were so engrossed in the on-going match and no one paid attention.

We proceeded anyway, i couldn’t explain what was going through my mind. I was confused, sad, angered, disappointed, everything else but not excited. On the 3rd of June, 2012 a DANA AIR plane crashed into the streets of Iju-Ishaja at about 2pm with 153passagengers and 9crew members on board all these numbers are nothing compared to the numbers of lives and property lost in the past months due to terrorist attacks or accidents which all falls back to the Government as people already started blaming on twitter and every other social network.

At 4:50pm when i left the house, no local Television station was showing it, no media house was talking, no ambulance, no government parastatals at the scene, no help, nothing! And we hear rage and rants everywhere. I got to Elegushi beach and i kept wondering what if that plane crashed over my house, what if my friends are on that plane, what if what if, but my questions were never why.

I have grown to never question God for his actions, because he his merciful and all knowing, he will warn us and pet us. I am no better than the crashed, neither are you. But my anger is, why would this happen in this country, i am not wishing another country bad, my anger is why would a 29years old plane be allowed to fly? Why would there be houses and industries just around an airport, i might have not flown to many countries but research shows that many other countries have their airports very far away from town. Let’s agree the passengers boarded their coffin but are the ground men too living on coffins, am i walking on a ground coffin? Should i not sleep in peace because i live near the airport? Should i not transact businesses because my government is incapable? Should i live everyday as my last because by government is incompetent or because i fear God?

It has come to my notice on several occasions that life goes on after we are gone, no matter your status or figure, not minding what you have or have done, do people even have heart anymore, have we lived in a dark country with our black skin so much our souls are becoming dark, do we not cry anymore, no we not THINK anymore? Do we forget that DEATH is eminent and do we forget that there is an ETERNAL LIFE after DEATH where will would all answer to our DEEDS, this is not a matter of religion but a matter of compassion. Have you thought that your so-called cherish family could perish in a day or that one step you take today could be your last.

Let’s forget DEATH for a moment, since that’s certain, are we not ashamed anymore, have we not courtesy or fear, i was telling someone i felt bad because i had a dream Ī“ day before about a plane crash but though i was hallucinating due to the Allied air that crashed in Ghana, this was the only reason my friend didn’t travel to Lagos that day(at least so he said) but whichever way, why would someone laugh at such things, i am not saying weep or feel sorry for me but do you ever remorse, another friend sent a funny broadcast as to

“U travel by road, A tanker will catch fire..by air, plane crashes..u sit in ur house,the plane will come and meet u, u go to church boko haram will attack u,u go by sea,militants will attack,u finally run to ur village,u r kidnapped..! No safe place in naija. Cotonue I see u=))”Ā Ā  just in-between the whole crisis as much has i tried to see sense in it, i couldn’t because of the last line and the sarcastic laugh symbol.

This is sad, we keep saying we are the leaders of tomorrow and we are not acting like one, you a graduate and cannot think of a good life for yourself, if your life ends, what the use of all the life you wasted? he that is DEAD is BETTER than he that is BORN. But BETTER than BOTH of them is he that NEVER EXISTED. We keep saying life is unfair but the fact that every human has to share the grace and pains of life is what defines the fairness of life.

What did the people at the scene do aside taking pictures, well at least they tried, but what about the fools that went there only to take pictures with the debris as background, what of those that took there time to compose unnecessary funny message just 24hours after the crash saying we need a little laugh. My dear brothers and sisters, what little laugh do we need?, when we do not have the basic amenities to a good life, when bombs from BOKO HARAM has become the norms to a particular elite, of what difference do the plane crash victims have to the past Bomb blast victims or is it that death now has class? If the FG had to declare 3days mourning after every incident/accident, won’t we be mourning every week? THINK! Its time to think, we shouldn’t be all about profits and fame keyword being ALL ABOUT we live life to survive and on this universe, its the survival of the fittest, nobody chose that.

Its a shame that what our fore fathers have worked for is beginning to collapse right before our eyes but what are we youths doing ? As we pray for our fore-fathers will our generation pray for us, we all updated our status and say #pray4Nigeria, how many of you actually did? . We all blame Jonathan and the likes, i am not sorry to say this is how they started, as bad sons and daughters, greedy friends and colleagues,incompetent class reps and SUGs, and the likes of us who know the right thing to do but hide in our abode, who keep quiet when we see bad planes and cars, who send worthless BCs but never take actions, who entered DANA Air to Uyo, Abuja, Lagos, Port Harcourt and saw or noticed something was wrong but didn’t deem it fit to send that broadcast then, you should THINK!

Ogundamisi said, he once sat in a plane with holes but never talked and prayed to grace and mercies of God just for safe landing, well he landed safe and i hope that plane never crash till they all banned. This is not a post to proffer solutions but to tell you that, weather you like it or not, this incidents are wake up calls; if not how come different people from at least every arms of the government ranging from, NUC, CBN, Ministries, Army, Military, NNPC, political parties and several business holders, people with different religions and faith, infants, married, just married, engaged, Ini the only child of her Old parent, Ibrahim the only hope of his father, the Chinese, Raju whose first trip to Nigeria brought his families and company sorrow. Please, let’s stop saying, let’s start acting! Nigerians are virus, so what we say or do spread fast, if you know or sense anything, just say. No government is ready to take care of us, its high time we joined hands together and save ourselves.

let it linger in the mind of those contractors, engineers, aviation managers, NCAA, MINISTRY OF AVIATION, DANA officials and ,many others involved that they have made a nation weep and they have dropped several heroes and hopes, let them know we might not know them by face but they will not rest or no peace for as long as the memory of June 3rd 2012 remains.

May God rest the dead, punish the cause, pray for Nigeria, and console their Families. AMEN!!

Gracias.

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NKEM TO TEMI

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in reply to: https://madekreations.wordpress.com/2012/04/24/temi-to-nkem/

Don’t know where to start or how to put this in words, memories flood my head as i recall the times we share, the smiles the frown the tears the pain the anger and the joy .

it all started so innocently for the honest intentions of a boy trying to help a crying girl to the unexpected evolution from friends to lovers
she came and she showed me care and kindness, attention and devotion all coming in a time when i thought no ONE really did care, I’ve had experiences with woman but she showed me a whole new kind of relationship, ours wasn’t the typical relationship, we played like kids and acted like children but still not loosing sight of ourselves.
we let ourselves go and enjoyed every moment we spent together, she was the light that was at the end of the tunnel. we shared stories and shared emotions, we cuddled up and watched movies, we shared songs and spent the best times together.

it wasn’t all fun and games, she still was hooked on her ex and i was trying to let go of mine as well, i was jealous and somehow i felt i didn’t have the right to be, what used to get me the most was that i would be right by her side and she’ll be talking to her ex, at first i didn’t mind much until it seems to get worse.
i wanted to be the first person she spoke to each morning and the last at night but somehow he seem to always beat me to it, and when i was with her it was like she was with him, because she spent most of our times together either talking to him or texting him. yes i still had issues to deal with my ex but i didn’t bring it between us.
somehow we went through it all and still found ways to enjoy each others company, we were like two lost souls who had found companionship after a long and fruitless search, she made me feel like no other had, i didn’t have to pretend when i was around her, i could be the child and the man at the same time, as much as i hated people doing things for me, somehow i was comfortable with her helping me, and every other girl didn’t seem to exist with her in my life.
she was the reason for my morning smiles and my joyous times. how could one person mean so much to someone else, how could she make me feel like dis without doing much, how could i miss her so much when i was just with her 5mins ago?
she was warm and kind caring to a fault, sometimes she was rude and very jealous but she always listened when i spoke, it was amazing that she could calm me down with just a smile.

Things started to go sour, we fought and argued and fought and argued some more, it got worse and i started to zone out, i went abroad for awhile and things only seemed to get worse, maybe it was cause i was expecting her to get back with her ex during that break. i couldn’t help but anticipate it, it started to affect me, i got distant and i started to pull away, hide my feelings so much it seemed like i started to suffocate it. when i got back and she was waiting i wanted to get things right but the damage i had done was so great that it had also affect her as well, she was distant and cold she wasn’t my baby anymore, it was like we was together not because we wanted to be but because we couldn’t let go for some reason. it killed me to know i was the reason all dis was happening.
How could i have done this to someone that meant the world to me, how could i possibly have loved this wonderful lady and yet hurt her so much, was i so horrible a person that i could cause another human so much pain?
For the first time in a long time i was scared and confused and worried and lost all at once, i used to be the one everyone ran to when they needed advice, i used to be the one that had all the answers and yet i couldn’t find me when i need me the most.
Sometimes i wounder maybe if i had done things a little differently she’ll still be with me, maybe if i had done more and given more, maybe if i had smiled more and worried less things would have turned out different. Maybe if i wasn’t so caught up in my own worry i would have seen the tears in her eyes and the pain in her heart, maybe i would have felt the pain that she felt and maybe just maybe i would have got it right.
I cant change the past so i wont even try, i just want you to know that i am sorry for the hurt, pain and tears i must have caused you and somehow when we see again we can sit and remember the times we shared with a smile on our face.

TEMI TO NKEM: https://madekreations.wordpress.com/2012/04/24/temi-to-nkem/