The Rita Side

Dear diary,  This is my third try at writing this post and it had better be my last. Somehow, I feel I'm getting a bit rusty with this writing thing. I've been home all day trying to betray blogger and move to wordpress. Apparently google is serving a living God and I can't seem to understand the wordpress site I am working on. Well... there is still time to learn. So far I have watched four caesarean sections, one manual vacuum aspiration and one delivery and I am bored. I expected so much more from this Obstetrics and Gynaecology posting. My colleagues in other groups have seen more drama in one day than I have in the past two weeks. Each time I hear a new interesting story, I want to weep. Still, I have to tell you something. The manual vacuum aspiration (MVA = evacuating a pregnant uterus) for me has been the weirdest experience so far. You know how abortion is illegal in this country? Apparently, all you have to do to get a safe and legal one is to try the illeg...

I long to be different I yearn to matter To be much more than a pretty face Or a trophy at the end of the Chase I'd hate to be anyone's prize To be gifted as a fool's entitlement My mouth is made to bring about a legacy And not to send a man to the peak of ecstasy I've always hated the spotlight Never been good with cameras But my name, I will kill to uphold For one's reputation means more than gold Still I dream to be that woman Without whom he can do nothing With my body, I will drive him over a cliff And my heart in hard times will bring relief (You know how poetry is not really my thing, but 😆😆) Coming soon is #diaryofawhitecoatwannabe. It's going to be the uncensored version of a medical student's experience in a hospital and how she (me obviously) faces death and life and everything inbetween.

Dina twisted her full hair and watched as a few drops of water dripped down her hand and to the floor. It had finally stopped pouring. Unfortunately, the drizzling had refused to end. She looked down at her white shirt and grey jeans. Her shirt had become transparent and she could clearly see the pink lacy bra which she had put on after her afternoon shower. She had dressed carefully before leaving her house. Her shirt had been crisply ironed and her jeans hugged her trim thighs like a second skin. Her black heeled sandals had compensated for the height that she greatly lacked.  Her two brothers were both nearly six feet, but she had been sentenced to the 5'4 category for life. She hated it, but she had bigger problems at the moment. Her shirt was ruined and the contents of her bag lay on the wet floor as she scrambled through it for Jack's spare keys. Her keys actually.  Jack had asked her to move in with him last week and she had said yes. Still, she could not get herself to...

I stood behind the old uncompleted building at the end of the street with my face hiding at the back of the pillar and my lungs begging for air. The cock had already crowed twice and I was still running. Running away from them. Running away from the truth. I knew I should not have shown up after they took Him away. I knew I should have gone home, or even disappeared altogether. My eyes which were initially heavy with sleep now shone like lasers. I laughed ironically as I peeped through a crack in the wall. Just hours ago, He had been begging me and the rest of the guys to stay awake and pray with Him for an hour and I could barely last a minute. Just one hour! Knowing that I would not sleep a wink tonight did not assuage my guilt. I wanted to go back and pray with Him. I wanted to go back and do a lot of things. Like tell that servant girl that I was not just His follower but His friend too. Or go back to our supper and keep my mouth shut when he said someone would betray him. I ...

When he announced in class that he would  dedicate his goals to me, I rolled my eyes. I had already told all my friends that he had no chance and I could never have feelings for him. I had even sworn not to be there for the silly match. Still, after long minutes of deliberation,  I found myself strolling to the small overcrowded football pitch, praying earnestly that he would not see me. He was an amazing ball player, but I could  never admit that; at least not to him. When I arrived he had been fouled and he was going to take the penalty. I had watched his opponent knock him to the ground. His lanky body had fallen into a pile like a stack of bones. I had stared in shock as he picked himself up and dusted his back, taking a stance like nothing had happened.  He swaggered towards the ball when it was time to take the shot and he glanced at it before taking a quick look towards me. I gasped and quickly hid behind the plus size girl in my class who was s...

Have you ever met someone that started a very promising project with so much zeal and then stopped suddenly? Someone that even advised you never to give up on something  and then played the 'I couldn't keep up' card? Well...all rise for the queen of the GIVE UP kingdom! That is me.  I started this blog (and my workout routine and my book and so many other things in my life) with this intoxicating ginger that managed to deceive me. I surprised myself  with my ideas and I was proud of the fruits it bore. I had begun to believe in myself again. I was even ready to bet on me. Then Queen Give Up flopped again.  If you ask me when, how or why I gave up on my blog (or the rest of the list), i may not have an answer for you. All I can say is that I take full responsibility.  Nobody said 'Nneoma, writing is not for you' or 'you are just wasting your precious time'. I just woke up one morning and stopped blogging. Here are the wonderful excuses I came up ...

It has come to my notice that a lot of people do not know what to do with their dentition when they find themselves in a professional setting. Maybe I am not the right person to give this kind of advice. To be honest, I have never had a 9 to 5 job and the fact that I am a student is no excuse. What happened to using the holidays? Well, who needs experience for this kind of talk? I will be speaking from the customer's point of view today, and I believe I am more than qualified to play this part. After all, the customer/client is always right, yes? Definitely. Back to my point. Is it acceptable to smile in a professional setting? Of course. It is almost a requirement! Smiling has a way of working its magic and putting the customer at ease. Sometimes, it even assuages the anger of a furious individual; possibily one that has had to stand for hours. On the contrary, if one is unfortunate enough to meet a frowning or aggressive worker at the desk, he/she may feel self-conscious or ev...