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I have have had very few brushes with the men of the underworld actually I would call them views. The first time I ever saw armed robbers was on a sunday morning on our way to church. It was one of the few times I remember tying 'gele' as a child. We had just turned the corner from our house with my mum driving when we saw that a car about two cars ahead was being attacked. In the manner of rambo or someother superhuman, my mum turned the car round and we swung back into our compound in what seemed like nanoseconds. Of course my heart beat as loudly as the 'gangan' and my nicely tied gele was in shambles:) I hear stories but have never been as close to the scoundrels as when I was 5 or was it 6. So moving to the Niger Delta has been one hell of an experience. With all the stories one heard before moving here I felt a bit of trepidation taking the job. Working and living here sometimes makes you think the newspaper articles are stage managed. Everyone outside the region ...

Its amazing how people who come into the emergency room with fractures have their legs bound or smeared with all sorts of things! Above are pictures that tell it all!

Hmm my people im fighting one battle in this Niger Delta, not with militants o! Wetin concern me with dem. The battle I'm fighting is with boredom. Boredom? Yes o! Im really bored. This South-South kingdom is devoid of family and friends. I have friends o and a few family but they are sometimes to far away from me to connect with. Then theres my work which makes me free while others are in the office and busy when they are free! So what do I do. Today after working overnight I got home during the environmental exercise conked out. After trying to sleep(I really cant sleep with the sun shining on my face) I got out of bed ready to explore the world. But where would I go? I looked at my phone which refused to ring, where were all my friends. Luckily one of my friends remembered me, after an 8min chat the call had to end. I was back where I started. Ok I then decided to go to the supermarket to buy a few goodies! After that I remembered a friend who was just posted to this part of th...

Its not like I have anything specific to write about, but I feel good when I write. Its better than talking. At least you can erase your words with just a touch of the delete key whereas when you speak your words cannot be retrieved certainly they can't be deleted. So what do I write about? Hmm, nothing is coming to mind. Let me wait a bit something will come up. Work? No im not ready to write anything bout work today. So what will I write about? Looks like im having a very real writers block! I guess i'll write something next time, hopefully!

For the first time in a long time I went on holiday:) The month of May 2008 is one month I wont forget in a hurry, I actually had 13days away from work. That might not seem like an amazing number of days away but if you consider that in over two years I have not had a break from work save the one month period I was between jobs then this is a pretty long holiday. Anyway where did I go for this break, one guess,no not the US, no not China, no not Yankari. I went to Uganda! Uganda, well I actually went for a conference but seeing that I did not come in touch with anyone asking me questions pertaining to their health it was a holiday! Uganda was really fun, I did not get to see its many parts save the capital Kampala so I can't give you a words and opposite list of the differences between Naija and Ug. All I can say is that its sometimes a good thing to visit another african country sometime. We stayed at the Speke Resort where the last commonwealth Heads of Government meeting was hel...

Due to my good luck at working in a hospital where my boss took all the calls at night seeing he lived in the compound it has been over a year since I worked at night. Yesterday was my third night call in over a year and unlike my first two calls this one was far from calm.I walked to the hospital after a harrowing journey from my house. I had never gone by public transport so late at night, and while walking from the last busstop to the hospital I was convinced my big bag and I were a beautiful target of potential muggers whose images I saw in everone that passed by me.Thankfully I got in safely. I was handed over a relatively calm hospital, there were no patients waiting to be seen or reviewed in the emergency room. There was only one man who had a major operation earlier in the day in the Intensive care unit that I had to keep an eye on. The peace was shattered by the arrival of four casualties all at once. They had been passengers in the same care whose tyre had burst in motion. Th...