Nurse babs

..and Joe Jackson “The Abusivist Jackson!”

Good morning. I spent a year and a half in a private hospital clerking patients, managing cases, and making critical decisions. I only called the MD when necessary, and in more complex situations, I reviewed with surgeons. My early months were intense. Different cases. Different patients. Just a young me handling 48-hour calls. I delivered babies. I resuscitated near-death cases. I handled pressure from every angle even outside the hospital walls. Because of how I showed up, patients began to wait for my call shifts before coming in. And yes, many called me “Doctor.” At first, I didn’t correct them. I believed the respect came with the title. I feared that revealing I was a nurse would reduce how people perceived me. Even my MD seemed comfortable with it. But something changed. I attended a leadership summit, and it reshaped my thinking. I returned to the hospital, called a meeting, and said it clearly: “I studied Nursing.” And if I, as a nurse, can do all this, then we must start valuing Nursing for what it truly is. Not everyone in scrubs is a nurse. Titles matter. Training matters. Identity matters. I encouraged the auxiliaries to pursue proper training or find a better path for themselves and I offered to help. From that moment, everything shifted. “Nr Adekunle AA” became more prestigious to me than any other title. Now, when a patient calls me “Doctor,” I respond: “I’m Nurse Adekunle. How may I help you?” Because I’ve learned this: Living under false pretence doesn’t elevate you it limits your growth. Be who you are. Stand in it. Build from it. And as for me I am Nr Adekunle A.A Aquanurse: A Nurse, A Poet, And the 8th wonder of the world.

Why are you not the one standing in the middle in that poster!?

Oversabi Aunty in the ponteaux ponteaux also known as poto poto.