Convocation: The Struggle of a Slay Queen

*Slides in on a hoverboard* Hullo! Yeah, it’s me. Who else has got a good dramatic entrance game like I do?! *winks* How’re you doing? Good yeah?! In this post, I shared a couple of my convocation pictures with you. Now, I’m here to give you the full gist. My convocation was over a month ago so I hope I remember all the juicy gist. Hol’up! There’s no juicy gist o, before I trigger someone’s amebo mode *lol*.

I finished school last year December and had my induction ceremony in February this year-you can click here to read about it. The University of Ibadan’s Convocation ceremony always falls on the same week as her Founder’s day hence the delay. I had completely forgotten about it (because I felt my induction ceremony was enough) until a friend of mine mentioned it and I realized it was gonna be around the same time I’d be in Ibadan for my 2-week leave. So I thought “Why not go since you’re already gonna be in IB?”

I had about 2 weeks notice thus the planning begun. What to wear? To beat my face or not? Should I use one of my heels or get a new one? I was edging towards not beating my face mostly because of the weather and I perspire a lot besides having an oily skin but my sister threatened to disown me, so I was left with no other choice. I decided to sew my dress in a bid to avoid the stress I underwent on the search for my induction outfit (which was ruined after the first wash, thankfully after my induction). Teti─my friend; who’s undergoing her internship here and is also a UI alumna─and I contacted Ibilola; a final year medical student in the College of Medicine, University of Ibadan and sent our measurements. I was going for something decent, hot and classy. It was a struggle picking a style as I find the whole searching for a style to sew very stressful but I got help from Teti and I ended up merging two different outfits (a dress I liked but didn’t want the sleeves design because of the heat and a sleeve design from another dress). Do you do that too? Let me know in the comment section.

I travelled to IB on Saturday and immediately went shoe-shopping. I decided to sleep over in UCH the night before convocation to make getting my makeup done easier as we were expected to be seated at the hall by 7.30am (Can you imagine?! Were they expecting us to start our makeup by 4am? *smh*). It also made it convenient to pick up my dress the previous night. You guys ehn, my dress was on point! Dayum! It was… *swallows saliva* I’ll just include pictures below.

On the D-day, I got to Utyliciouz’s by 4.30am (Yes! I had to be there that early, even though my appointment was for 7am because she had other clients booked before then). I finished my makeup around 8am (Yes o, I was 30 minutes late and I wasn’t gonna kill myself *shrugs*), got to the University of Ibadan Conference Centre, took some pictures and went in. But before we could go in, there were officials that had to check us in, literally. I found it so cute. Let me explain, so they ensured our sashes were properly worn and then helped pin it properly. I really did find it cute and it made me proud of my Alma mater (*chants* Greatest UI!!!).

I found the ceremony very interesting and was glad I showed up even though my family and friends weren’t in attendance because I didn’t think it necessary as they were present for my induction ceremony. I also united with my classmates and lots of picture taking, snapchatting, whatapp story updating and stuff went down. I took some professional pictures after the ceremony, got invited to some after-parties and I had an outing spring up as well but sadly I couldn’t attend any as I had a lot of stuff to do at home.

Oh! Did I mention how glad I was that my sister threatened me?! Yass! Utyliciouz understands and gets my face so well that I barely oiled out. Although, I also carried along a handfan for protection *lol*. So I went for a light coverage look with dark lips and she beat my face to slayage. She’s done my makeup a number of times though (you can check them out on her Instagram page) but I’d have to say my convocation look is my favorite so far.


Would you guys wanna see a “before” picture? Please say “No”. Most “before” pictures have a way of looking super horrible *sighs*. While I deliberate on whether to post one or not, I almost forgot to mention how I struggled with the decision on whether to wear a wig or use my natural hair although someone was kind enough to weave my hair into cornrows the previous night. I also asked her to apply Eco Styler Gel so it’d come out curly if I did go with my hair but after I tried on the wig with my makeup on fleek the following day, I decided “Wig it is!” coupled with the fact that I was running late and had no time to loosen the cornrows and style my hair. I’ll drop pictures of me in cornrows (he he) and a wig.

Now to the dress, I’ll won’t say too much. I’ll just include the pictures below. Talking about pictures, August55Media is the B O M B ! ! ! I loved all my pictures. Trying to select which to show you guys was a herculean task. I’m not even exaggerating, they perfectly captured moments I didn’t even realize existed.



Do you guys see what’s going on here? Why would you check a lady’s butt at the risk of getting caught on camera? *smh*


Can you tell it turned into a lowkey modelling session?


This is one of favs.

Dress by Genteel by Lola.

Okay fine, one more? Just one more. Okay two more. *smiling sheepishly*

I still can’t get enough of these pictures… *covers face* All photo credit goes to August55Media

So, do you think it is necessary to attend one’s convocation ceremony? If you attended your convocation, kindly share how it went in the comment section. I will be glad to read it. Did you throw a big party or run off to some quiet place? If you didn’t attend yours, share your reasons with me. Also, tell me what you think about my dress, did I nail it? *winks*

Leave a comment below and I will respond as soon as possible.

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P.S: Did you notice I escaped sharing a “before” picture? *giggling* And you guys forgot about it *tongue out* If you didn’t, head over to Utyliciouz page, drop a comment on what you think about my “before” picture. Don’t forget to mention me in your comment so I’ll receive a notification.


Internship at Last

God did it

Hi Guys. It’s been a while. Whataguan? *In Jamacian accent* I should have published this blog post weeks ago but couldn’t, due to my laziness… Just kidding. I’ve been swamped with a lot of things amidst travelling back and forth.  I’m so excited about this post because I’ve been trying to get myself to finish it up for some weeks and I finally did (somebody kill a cow). The last time you heard from me, I had just been inducted into the Physiotherapy profession and was waiting on my internship placement. Now I have good news for you, especially those who have shown concern (though I wasn’t really bothered as I was enjoying the compulsory “vacation”. In spite of that, I appreciate y’all a great deal. Muah! ). I got placement in a Federal Medical Centre in Owo, Ondo State. Did someone say “Where the hell is that”? It’s some town in Ondo that’s about 45minutes from Akure-the capital. Owo is about 5-6hours from Lagos and 4 hours from Ibadan-the largest city in West Africa.

I resumed work 8 weeks ago and it’s been going alright. I’ve adjusted okay, I guess… *laughs*. I was down with flu and malaria a few times but I’m much better now, thank you very much for asking (Heh Heh).

Anything to tell? Well, the first time Tetisimi (my only friend here who’s a Pharmacist graduate from the University of Ibadan as well and is also doing her internship here) and I ate in the cafeteria, we both purged. Even though I find it funny right now, it wasn’t funny then. So we never went to eat there ever again. Consequently, we have been compelled to cook all our meals.

What else? What else? *scratches head* Oh! We had to do medicals as new recruits and one of the required tests was the stool test where we had to submit stool samples- something I’ve never done before- and it was EWWW-D I S G U S T I N G ! ! !

The last thing worth telling is the weird rule they have in this town which is that all females should cover their hair when going to the market or risk getting kidnapped or beaten. According to the residents, the rule was made by the Oba-who is the leader of this town. So Teti and I have had to cover our hair each time we go to the market. One time, I almost forgot to take a face cap along, I had to rush back and snatch it from its place in panic. Imagine the beating I would have gotten that day? Ha Ha.

That’s about it for now. I have a few interesting posts coming soon *winks*. If you haven’t subscribed to my blog, why don’t you hit the subscribe button. You could be helping a pig fly, and of course it comes with a free gift (instant notifications at every new post *wink wink*).

Take care Guys and have great week. Kisses.



Induction and Things…

Hi Guys… So I bring good tidings. *drum roll* It’s official, I’m a Physiotherapist. *smiling* I was inducted into the Medical Rehabilitation Therapists Board of Nigeria about a month ago. It was a beautiful ceremony and the highlight of it was when I was swearing the “Oath of Physiotherapy Practice”. That was when it hit me, I realized I’m in this “for better or worse, in sickness and in health”*lol* In the few minutes the oath was being sworn by all of us inductees, it dawned on me that I was making a vital commitment, for myself, to the profession and for every patient I’m going to manage for the rest of my career. Deep som’in innit ?.

Anyways, I’ll have to do internship for 12months after which I’ll go serve my country for another 12months (God help me). Basically I’m in a phase where I can’t tell where I’ll be working or residing next week or next month. As if that’s not enough, I’m also clueless as to when my internship placement will be announced. Yeah, I already applied to a few places and I’ve taken exams yeah, so now is the waiting phase. I know how dreadful most people find “the waiting phase” but honestly I’m not so bothered because I know God has everything planned out and I trust that it will all fall in place in due time.

So, my graduating set’s yearbook got published a short while after the induction ceremony and while flipping through the pages I thought to myself “Why not share the articles you wrote on your blog?”, so here I am. I volunteered to write two articles for the yearbook so I’m gonna share them, strictly because they are good reads. Of course they are *winks* Enjoy!

One of those days…

Everyone removes their ward coat and quickly takes their allocated seats as Funmi (“class rape” Like Prof Hamzat would say) is sighted from the window walking towards the department, carrying Prof Sanya’s books. I look in the direction of Jonathan’s feet and he still isn’t wearing a pair of socks again, even with the jabs Prof Sanya threw at him in the last class, calling him “Oritamefa boy”. Earlier, I asked Ajani if he read up on the things she gave us last class and he said “ Wo! I did not read anything”. I watch in silence as Temi turns off the ac and exchanges a knowing look with Ayomikun. Within seconds, Samuel shouts “Ta lo pa ac?”. The guy must have some temperature sensor in his body, I think. The whole class bursts into laughter as only Samuel would want both the ac and fans on at the same time. Opemipo hails Timi-who has already taken his place on the first seat in class, in front of Prof Sanya’s-because he always gets hit by the first question and has little or no time to think or codely check online. I must admit, I respect him for that. I’m almost certain my brain will decide to do a “mannequin challenge” If I were in his shoes. Somehow, he always answers her questions and she usually seems pleased. Chinanza walks in and starts causing commotion in front of the class, looking for a seat to place in front of Titi as Prof Sanya enters the class and everyone greets her. Rofiyat quickly takes her seat in the front row as Dara returns Opeyemi’s book, I’m guessing she was taking a look at the read-ups we were given. Salam and Pelumi remove their earphones while Ayomikun nudges Tiwa─who has her ears plugged probably through people’s stories on Snapchat─to alert her about Prof Sanya’s entrance.

“Where is Summaiya?” she asks. I barely heard what Funmi’s reply was in a bid to put my phone on silent. “Ayanfe! Did you do what I told you to do?” Prof Sanya asks Ayanfe. He stands up and answers “No ma, I wasn’t able to see the man”.  It was discovered that Ayanfe has multiple allergies in one of the classes on dermatitis and he was instructed to go find out the specific things he is allergic to. As Prof starts the class with the first question directly to Timi as usual, who begins his answer with “Uhmm”…

Mid way through the class, I notice Yomi and Samuel look back and stifle their laughter. I turn to find out what is funny and hear Prof Sanya say “Wake that boy up! Why is he sleeping in my class?” Demola had dozed off again. The class roars with laughter as Ayanfe wakes him up. Soon after, I see Femi codedly dozing, with his hands serving as a shield, making it difficult for him to be caught, “Smart guy” I think to myself. At this point, Alex has the mic and he is moving some stuff on the physiotherapy management of buruli ulcers.

I sigh as I check the time and realize it is 6:12pm. This class was supposed to have ended by 4:00pm but here we are. I try to ignore the rumbling in my tummy and pay attention to the ongoing lecture. Looking around the class, I can tell I’m not the only one struggling to focus; I mean for Jude to yawn…

Ten minutes later, the class finally comes to end and Prof Sanya asks If anyone has any question. I’m almost certain everyone just wants to go back to the ABH and eat but no, Ileri just had to raise his hand and ask a question which got everyone upset. Chinaza looks at Ileri like he’d love to beat him up and I hear mumblings from directions.

Basically, the objective of the above article was to mention every one of my class mates. it was quite tasking but I was obviously able to accomplish it.

Diary of a Physiotherapy Student

Imagine how excited we all must have been at making the 2011/2012 admission list for The University of Ibadan; the Premier University, but ASUU decided to kill our shine by going on a warning strike of some sort. Eventually, we resumed February 2012 instead of November/December 2011 and the whole registration process that has been designed to stress students to their very last cell begun. I remember how Tiwa and I would skip the scarily long queues in front of Physics Lab, Chemistry Lab, Zoo Lab and complete our registrations before those who had been waiting since 6:00am by utilizing our “Female power” which she was and still is so skilful at and taught me some (my sincere apologies to anyone we must have pissed off back then)…

January 2016, we all went to Lagos for outside posting. I remember how annoying it was that we had to waIt for some days before resuming at CDC and how scared some of us were when we began our posting there, to the fun we had at the National Stadium, Surulere: the fees latecomers had to pay and how in spite of the fact that I was in charge of collecting the fees, I was found guilty as well on several occasions. Lest you ask, the money was used for an end-of-posting party, that’s all I can tell you…

Fast forward to December 15th,2016, 9:00am, Prof. T.K Hamzat in his usual kindness, got them to open the fully air-conditioned gym for us all to wait there, knowing that a lot of us would have our sweat glands on an overdrive while waiting our turn to go into the “scary classroom” for defence of our dissertations. Although the previous day, Opemipo and I were lucky enough to see what the defence-setting would be like─ the candidate’s seat was in the centre of the classroom with seats for 6 lecturers on either sides, and seats for the HOD and external examiner in front─and we did not hesitate to send a picture of it to the WhatsApp’s class group page so everyone has an idea of what we were in for.

After being addressed by the HOD, what was on the minds of most of us was the sequence in which we were going be called in. Every time the door to the gym was opened, every one of us froze with our eyes on the door, wondering who is going to be called first. Honestly my heart skipped a couple of beats every time that door was opened. Out of the blue, Prof T.K Hamzat entered, called “Adeniran Jonathan” and left with him. Invisible tension-filled clouds hovered in the gym, I lost count of how many times I went to meet Dara for a hug. At some point, she got tired of me (omolomo was probably trying to settle her own nerves as well). One time, Prof T.K Hamzat came in and called Tiwa’s name, omg! Tiwa almost had a TIA *lmao* (Tiwa forgive me, but I’m so laughing at you as I write this). Anyway, fortunately for her, it was for something else. At some point Salam was on the bicycle ergometer, and thinking about it in this moment, I’m not understanding how that helped with his nerves. I guess everyone devised a means to remain calm. Opemipo and I even went some place quiet to rehearse for the umpteenth time the “summary of our research work”. It was a crazy day!!! Jonathan was done in less than 10 minutes and what he had to say was, “It wasn’t difficult. Just calm down”. That really did help a lot though.

Eight hours later, we were taking pictures with our lecturers. I have to say, it was so much fun. Our HOD even dabbed. Yes! You heard me right. Prof T.K Hamzat dabbed, on some fresh level. (“Nice Dab” *In Ajani’s voice* He he). A day that started out filled with some much anxiety ended up being a beautiful day, all thanks to God and our amazing lecturers who tried their best to calm us all during our defence.

We started out as strangers about 5 years ago, from different states, different backgrounds and all. Over the years, we have all grown; both as individuals and as a class. From being segregated back in 100L, we learnt to accommodate one another, we learnt from one another, covered up for one another, annoyed one another, worked together, helped one another, argued, shared jokes, settled conflicts,  and came out stronger. In spite of our differences, we spent the last few years being a lot more than a family than just classmates. WE MADE IT GUYS!!! Congratulations to every member of the B.Physiotherapy 2015/2016 set. I wish you all the very best or better still I’d like to quote Samuel and Ajani, 2016 by saying “All the best bruh, in your chosen career”…

In this article, I was just describing a typical day in class, that’s all.

Here are some pictures from my induction ceremony and dinner.


Wonder who got me laughing like this…


So these lovely friends of mine came from their various classes to my induction ceremony (Dumebi, Success, Me and Ogonna)


Temi Gee & Temi J.


Oh, what was going on here again *thinking*


Oh yeah, I got two cakes from two amazing people who understand my undying love for cakes. *kisses to you guys*


All Photo Credit: August55Media ( IG: @august55media |