The Iconoclastic Medic 🩺🥼

You guys have a Did Not Finish pile???

@ThatCruiseMedic That thought doesn't sit well with me.

7 years? If you spent 6-7years in the uni to get your MBBS degree you should consider yourself the lucky ones, take a bunch of plantain and a big Broiler to church to do thanksgiving My cousin in AAU Ekpoma is doing his final year week after 10 years of being in the University. PS: he neither failed nor resited a course.

Four of my juniors in school are on the verge of missing their first medical board exams if they do not pay their school fees before the portal closes next week. This fundraiser has come so far and I am honestly so grateful but we still need #134,000 more to cover all four students and we have barely a week to raise this sum. If you see this post on your timeline, please donate and share it with someone who can help us. Let's give these future doctors a fighting chance.

@Thazhigilla_ @drealbigvirg I meannnn🌝🌝

@drealbigvirg This beautiful, just 49marks to secure 400 People have hacked this jamb thing

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@pathphamwarrior Thank youuu!!

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@pathphamwarrior Oh wow😂🥲

Will I complain about medical school? Yes! Will I choose it again in my next life? Definitely, yes!

@taadelodun This is what it looks like when proximity to the right person changes a trajectory. Some of us are still looking for that tap on the knee — I've been building in the dark from Makurdi, Nigeria. Your work matters more than you know.

I was dozing off on the train last night when a lady tapped my knee. "Are you Mr. Toyyib Adelodun?" "Oh yes!" She then sat close by with her two children and we talked about careers and inspiration. The young girl wanted to do Architecture and Interior Design, the boy wanted to do Tech. We talked about internships and apprenticeships and I was showing them the robots I saw at @AnthropyUK, organisations like Black Apprenticeship Network and Blossiming Beyond Borders Nothing is as fulfilling has supporting the next generation🙏

@the_beardedsina I know 7🌝

Let me give 10 Artists you probably have never heard 1 Yoko Ono 2 Dimash Qudaibergen 3 Island Boys 4 Max Schneider 5 Mo 6 Bjork 7 Sinead O Connor 8 Toto 9 DNCE 10 Aqua No 1 (pic 1) has the worst voice in the entire Music industry and was married to one of the most successful band member in history who got assassinated after he said The Band was Bigger than Jesus. No 7 (pic 2) , In 1993 was to sing on SNL while on live, She took a picture of the Pope tore it on Live TV saying, Fight the Real Enemy ( Catholic Church) She was banned forever and most of her songs have been removed from air play till date.

Go and learn a skill. My surgical skills is a joke right. Do you think it's easy to repair an hernia, bring out an inflamed appendix and bring out an obstructed baby live? Go and learn a skill. Nigeria will try your patience.

@TheDrAfolarin I'm so sorry to hear that, Dr. Afo. It really sucks and I wish this wasn't the reality. What speciality did you end up in?

I love medicine, particularly surgery. For years now, I've only ever considered being an Opthalmologist or a Neurosurgeon. I only feel alive chasing difficult diagnosis and correcting pathological problems with my bare hands. But Nigeria will try you. Nigeria will suffocate the passion out of you. Because why am I thinking about fueling my car while repairing someone's appendix? It makes no sense to be paid this bad. Then I hear some states in the north and east pay doctors as low as 150k or less. Once I have a better option, I'd quit medicine indefinitely.

@Thazhigilla_ Thank you for sharing this.🥹

Yesterday, I watched a group of kids unconsciously destroy a little boy’s self-esteem at a mini-mall, and I had to step in because I spent twenty-two years trying to bury that exact boy. A group of kids, very pretty kids, were trying to buy chocolate. As they joked around, I noticed they were taunting the dark-skinned boy among them, the only one. “See your colour na.” “If dem off the light, you go just disappear.” They laughed. He laughed too. But I know that laugh because I have worn it. So I watched him: The way his eyes followed their mouths, not their faces and the way he joined the laughter a second too late, like someone stepping into a moving bus. That was not a child enjoying a joke, that was a child negotiating his right to belong. And when it was time to pay, I stepped in and settled their bill. “Thank you, Uncle,” they said, and turned to leave but I said “Wait, one minute.” Then I crouched to their level, I didn't scold them but I decided to tell them a story. I showed them that jokes about a person’s body don’t end where laughter ends. They enter places even the owner cannot reach easily. They sit there, patient, repeating themselves until they begin to sound like truth. I told them that sometimes, the voice that eventually destroys a person does not sound like an enemy. It sounds like a chorus of old friends. I know this because the name "Thazhigilla" and my black complexion almost broke me too. By secondary school, I had buried so many identities Isaac, Prosper, Emmanuel, David. I wore names like borrowed clothes. None of them fit, but all of them felt lighter than the one that was mine. People thought it was funny: “The man of many names.” My dad never understood why but to me, my name became a Synonym for shame because how do you explain that a name can become a mirror you are afraid to look into? It started in Primary 4. My math teacher didn't just fail me in numbers; he failed me in humanity. He turned my name into a punchline. I was terrible at math, so the class laughed harder. Slowly, "Thazhigilla" ceased to be a name; it became a song for failure. Then came the peers in secondary school: "Ugly." "Dark." "If no be say you sabi book, who go manage you?" I laughed with them because If you laugh at yourself first, it hurts less when they do it. Or so I thought. The jokes lasted for years. At the barbershop, the place a man goes to find his dignity, mine was stripped. I would ask for a certain hairstyle, and the barber would sigh. "You no get face for this style na." I would sink into the chair. "Okay. Just cut it low." By the time love found me, the damage had already learned my name. My partner would call me handsome, and I would check her eyes for pity. I felt she was doing charity work. To me, my dark skin and receding hairline felt like a disservice to the relationship. At some point I considered bleaching and she would calmly say, “I like you, I really wished you were like midnight.” I still told myself she only said that because love was blind I relied heavily on my personality. I hated the mirror. I hated Black because in my head, black meant absence of beauty, absence of value, absence of choice. Ironically, look at me now. My brand color is Black. The women I admire most are tinted in midnight. I had to reclaim the very thing that terrified me. I took back "Thazhigilla." I wanted to be called BLACK again! Today, you can call me ugly. You can call me the devil. I'll probably add it to my bio as a credential. That is why I stopped those kids. I needed that dark boy to know he didn't have to wait until he was 26 to stop laughing at jokes that weren't funny. So hear me well. Stop it. Stop using someone’s body as a meeting point for laughter. Stop polishing cruelty until it looks like banter. Stop teaching people to shrink so others can feel proportionate. Because not every child survives it. Some carry it into adulthood and call it personality. Some build entire lives trying to outrun a sentence that was spoken carelessly. Some never outrun it at all. And some… Some don’t stay long enough for you to see what it became.

No be life we come live for this Nigeria💔

@Poeticmedic1 Well then, I guess you won't hear that from me.

@HarryIhembe I meant secondary school. You'll never hear that from someone that went near CSS or FGC

You've never spent the night on top mango tree to dodge parade

@olumuyiwaayo @johnvictorosas I understand. So what's the support you were talking about again?

@johnvictorosas @HarryIhembe I agree. It doesn't work that way!

With the current travel restrictions on study visas for Nigerians, Ugandans, and other countries in that category, I wouldn’t be surprised if graduate school admission and funding outcomes for Fall 2026 are heavily affected. If you have received rejections from your preferred schools in the US, it may not be about your skill set; it could very well be due to the current policies. I see you, and I’m here to support you."

@Poeticmedic1 You mean my uni? Because I went to three secondary schools 😂😂

@HarryIhembe Which school?

@johnvictorosas @olumuyiwaayo I meant to advocate for their admitted students

@HarryIhembe @olumuyiwaayo Schools fight???? They are in no place to do that unfortunately

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Tahhh!! Chemistry simple gan!!🤌

Does it?