This Season of Love...

In this Season of Love...

      You might think I want to talk about love. No, not at all. Instead I am just wondering how the season would be like. We are starting clinical postings today and I am not even excited a bit. Maybe it's because I'm down with catarrh and sore throat. The first time we went on clinical postings, I was so excited. I just had this energy flowing through my blood vessels. The Joy and happiness was so pure. This time, everyone just seems to be so quiet and somehow tired. I was so so happy at the  first instance I saw the declaration for 3 weeks holiday. But immediately, I remembered that we would have exams and staying at home means I wouldn't read so much. Wow! Like I forgot that my school won't give us any holidays. 

     The sight of crying babies and having to speak to them when they don't even understand you can be really annoying. Four weeks with pregnant women and children. Okay! We will survive. But how? Mondays just seem like a set up each time. You wake earlier than normal. Make sure you eat so you don't slump at the sight of blood or wound. You take water and food tho you know you wouldn't get time to eat at all. You return to school with uniforms ready to be washed, notes screaming 'WRITE ME!', books staring at you 'cause they know Exam is fast approaching. And you remember the assignment and group project you have to do. That moment you just scream out in laughter. Like how do they expect me to go around all these. Dey play!! You keep thinking and you just drink water and sleep, why?

'I can't kill myself.' Sorry, no motivation this week. Do wetin you fit do. No kill yourself. 

Wishing you a stress free week!

Cheers to no Wahala!

©️ Olufayo, Ebunoluwa Oluwafunmilola.

The writing Isadora.

Lifestyle Journal 001.