Lessons Learned: Hidden Figures


Two hours and eight minutes of screen time on a Friday afternoon, absent from school because exams were cancelled. What a way to start the week. I’m quite late to this train, this movie has been release for quite a while and I’d heard it was quite one, being a top grossing movie for two weeks in a row, if my sources are correct. Even though, I don’t like general public recommendations when it comes to movies, i always watch just to clear the doubt and I am proud to say it was a job well done.

I mean, a story of three black women in NASA trying to find a way to achieve their dreams despite obvious obstacles in their path. What’s not to learn from them. Aside the emotions that come with watching this movie, there are lessons you can take home and apply to your life once the excitement of theatre wears off. Here are a few:

LEADERSHIP: As a leader, you’re to bring out the best in the people you lead and direct, no matter who they are and irrespective of their background, you should respect each individual as they come to you and only try to make them better persons/followers than they were. As the saying goes, A group is only as strong as its weakest link.

FRIENDSHIP: Katherine, Dorothy and Mary were good friends to each other and when Katherine and Mary needed a little push to get to where they should be, Dorothy was there to do just that. I really admired Dorothy for the role she played both in the workplace and at home.

PERSEVERANCE: The determination Mary possessed in her heart is one to be admired. I have to say from the start she was a feisty one but some tough people crack under pressure. Even when her husband, doubted her at first because he didn’t want her to get hurt, she knew what she wanted and went after it even though the odds were not in her favour. At her court case, she demonstrated wisdom. She did her homework right and used an excellent strategy to get what she wanted.

BOLDNESS: At some pint, you have to fight for what is right and what you want. Katherine was patient and quiet, despite all that went on in the office. Going to a faraway bathroom and providing solutions to problems that she was not given variables for. When she had proven her worth in the office and still wasn’t being heard, she had to speak up and thank God she did. Else, she would probably have been fired for incompetence.

TEAMWORK: Dorothy took out the time to gain knowledge concerning the IBM and wasted no time teaching the program to her fellow computers which in the end saved them all their jobs. She could have easily learnt it and the rest of the team would have been laid off but she foughT for them even when she wasn’t paid for the role of  a supervisor that she assumed. You should always look out for your colleagues.

SECOND CHANCES: Jim, the guy who Katherine married, made a very bad first impression on Katherine when they first met. Even though he apologised on the spot, it seemed insincere and she walked away but he didn’t give up and kept trying. She saw his sincerity and gave him a second chance which resulted in their marriage. If someone is genuine and sincere, it never hurts to give a second chance.

CHANGE: Change is the only thing that is constant. Things, people and time is constantly changing. The mindset of the period the movie was one with a lot of close mindedness and it paved way for the change that was to come. It’s always good to keep an open mind and look out for faults or weaknesses in already existing systems to facilitate change that helps us become a better  individuals.

I hope you liked readiing. Please share and if you haven’t watched the movie, I’d definitely recommend it. No article can spoil this movie. It’s one to be seen.

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Observership Diaries: Day Five

Last Day. I suck at goodbyes. Yet, I was eager to get there and I was praying not to be disappointed as it was an afternoon shift. Deep down, I knew it wasn’t about just me anymore, it never was. I was excited to see what the day would bring even though it would be my last time there. On the bus ride there I was lost in thought but still completely aware of my surroundings. The bus was playing music at deafening levels and I noticed that the woman sitting next to me kept bopping her head in tune.

I smiled on the inside, I wasn’t a fan of Soca music so I just sat still but you gotta admit, they’ve got some catchy beats. Then a pick-up van overtook ours, there was a boy, no more than 13 yrs old sitting in the back, he’d probably jumped in when the van slowed down. He looked quite tired and dusty, he had his hands on his cheek in that thinking pose, as his van took up the space in front of ours he turned sharply o hearing the music and with all the energy in the universe, he started shaking to the beat of the music, he even had a smile on his face. It was amazing to watch. I smiled and wondered how little things change our mood.


By then we’d gotten to the last busstop. I alighted the bus and began my 5 min walk to the hospital. I was walking quickly and I got to the hospital, all scrubbed in by 1:55 PM. I felt so proud and I started looking for my preceptor. Five minutes in I couldn’t find her, I started roaming about. I felt like a child who’d lost her mother in a crowd. i wanted to start crying because I felt so lonely. I started walking towards the staff lounge when I raised my head and saw her coming. i had to physically restrain myself from running to hug. i was grinning ear to ear when I greeted her, then she gestured that she’d meet me in a few minutes.


Fast forward, I was in the theatre with her again as we prepped for a left inguinal hernia surgery. The patient was awake and she showed me again all the procedures I’d been thought from day one. Sedating, Relaxing and intubating the patient. She then explained the complications one would encounter as she showed me alternative method of ventilation using a laryngeal mask. It was quite interesting.

I spent the next one and half hour watching the hernial repair and then the next patient came in. She also had a hernia, but hers was suprainguinal. She was quite young and awake too, we even had a little conversation before she was sedated. They started her surgery, the surgeon was teaching a student how to do the surgery and she was basically following his every instruction to carry it out, so it was quite slow. Luckily, because I was standing near the anaesthesia machine at the head of the patient, I got to see everything up close. Another few hours of standing and I was ready to go home.


To say goodbye, I took some pictures, mostly with machines and then one of my preceptor, though afar off. I was too scared to ask her for a picture plus my phone is not the best in the market. A few snaps and I was on my way. Due to traffic from closing offices, it took almost an hour to get a bus and arrive home. TIred as usual, I dropped on the bed, my feet sore, looking at the ceiling, I thanked God for a wonderful week. Next week. I’ll be in Family Medicine.

Observership Diaries: Day Four

Can you believe I’ve done this four times already. I feel like a pro at this. I even got my hair and make-up for yesterday done in 10 minutes, but today that feeling got the best of me. I got up by 5 AM, prayed, read my bible and even had time to write and edit a whole article. Then, by 7:00 AM, I sluggishly got into the bathroom, once I was out and it was time to get dressed, that overwhelming struggle of not knowing what to wear just came upon me. I spent another 15 minutes searching my wardrobe and feeling like I had  nothing to wear. I had destroyed my entire room when I just settled with a red chiffon shirt and a grey skirt which taught me that I needed some serious life adjustments.

Good news is, I got to the hospital on time, had my usual ‘there are no scrubs dilemma’ and by 8:30 AM, my day was about to begin. I went into the changing room and met my preceptor, who apparently had been given the day off because of her unending cough. She told me “There are a lot of surgeries today, so you can look around and when you’re tired, you can go home”. After wishing her speedy recovery and her footsteps had faded away, I leapt for joy because today, I was going to be a ninja, stealthy and free as the wind.

I looked through the line-up for the day, Theatre One had a long list of neuroanatomy related surgeries. It didn’t seem interesting to me. Theatre two had a patient waiting to have an eye surgery. Theatre three had a tracheotomy, endoscopy and a colonoscopy. Aha! I mean don’t you want to see the insides of your stomach and colon on a coloured screen? I watched the tracheotomy, from start to finish, it was so interesting. I have to say that the surgeon was amazing. He even took out time to explain the entire procedure, the benefits, the older method of tracheotomy and why he doesn’t use that method. Overall, he did a great job and he was friendly enough to explain it till we understood. The endoscopy and colonoscopy were more enjoyable because it didn’t feel like a serious procedure, All you had to do was stick a tube into either the mouth or anus depending on the procedure and navigate it to where you want. I do realize it’s harder than it sounds and requires more expertise than what I just described but he made it look simple. Plus he made some cute jokes about how the body looks.

After watching all three procedures, I decided to go to Theatre One. It had about eight procedures on the list. Ulnar nerve repair, Carpal tunnel syndrome repair, Lipoma suction just to mention a few. I watched the ulnar nerve repair, the guy was awake, they gave only a local anaesthetic after draining all the blood from his forearm using spandex, which is quite interesting considering that’s what women wear to trim their waist. The doctor even made a joke about one of the nurses, saying she only looked like she had a tiny waist because underneath her scrubs, she was wearing spandex. We all laughed, including the patient. It was quite nice to have a patient who wasn’t heavily sedated and unconscious that you could have a conversation with. Once I was done, I went to the ICU to join the students doing rounds. A lot of medical was thrown up and down and I just prayed that my face mask was camouflage enough to hide me.

To end the day, I looked at some X-rays and after diagnosing, I decide it was time to go home. I went to pick my friend up from the maternity ward because I like looking at babies. They’re the best part of the day. Soon enough I was on my way home, having had the most educative day ever, I’d learnt from ENT, Internal medicine, Oby/Gyn, Radiology and Accident and Emergency. As I walked to the nearest bus stop, my feet tired and sore as usual, it hit me. In the end we’re just here to serve others, one way or another.\

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Observership Diaries: Day Three

Day Three. Morning Shift. Yesterday was the coolest day yet. It’s like  everything interesting happens in the morning. I got in 10 minutes late and once again i scurried through the hallway. I came with my friend and classmate who is in pediatrics, she told me there would be Caesarean Sections today, three of them and I was beaming with excitement. I went inside the surgery department and changed in to my scrubs and ran straight to the theatre.

A surgery had already started, it was a hysterectomy ( they were removing a woman’s uterus, well some part due to some fibroid that had also caused urine retention), they were halfway through but I wasn’t interested. I went to the next theatre and someone was waiting for an eye operation and the last theatre had a 6-year-old who was treated for keloids, so she was given steroid injections. Dissapointed, I went to look for my preceptor, who I met smiling, so we went to the ICU and did some checking up and rounds. Then I heard the better news, the CS was for 9 AM. My heart was leaping side, I couldn’t wait for 9am. By 9:30am, they finally had the first woman all prepped up and sedated ( which I helped ) and then I went to the front of the theatre to see the action.

So basically, they cut open the woman’s lower abdomen, just below the navel, called a Pfannenstiel incision, then they keep cutting because there are layers until they get to where the baby is, then they use a Doyen retractor, a spoon-looking thingy, to open up the incision nd hold it in place, they pop the amniotic sac(water bag), suction it and then a surgeon pushes for the mother by literally pushes while the other tries to bring the baby’s head out. A little push here and there and the baby is out and crying. A standby nurse takes the baby to another, gets the baby cleaned up, makes him pee and cry some more, then takes him to the maternity ward while they finish up the surgery on the mom, Placenta birth and stitching. I watched this twice in a row and didn’t get bored.

The mothers usually wake up 15-20 minutes after the operation, hopefully stable, all things being equal. It was beautiful to watch. Two babies, one boy and one girl, 9:49 AM and 11:46 AM, 1st of March, 2017. There was also a circumcision for a 7-year-old and an eye operation but I didn’t even remember to watch because I was blushing from the birth.

I also got to watch them place a central line on a patient and my God it looked painful. Thankfully, it was over and she was put to sleep. With that, my shift had ended and I was on my way home, another day, another life saved. Today, I have morning shift and I’ll soon leave, stay tuned for more.

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Observership Diaries: Day Two

Afternoon shift. I woke up by 5am and was about to panic when I remembered, Afternoon. I couldn’t hide my joy as I dived my blanket and slept for another three hours. After laying about for another two hours, it was 10am. I made breakfast watched a movie and just like yesterday, I didn’t pick an outfit. I was having a second meal when I realized it was 1:15pm and I was due for 2pm. I started my fast and furious emergency preparation procedure. In fifteen minutes, I already had my bath, brushed my teeth and subdued my hair. Five minutes more and I was out of the house but I was hungry. Not wanting to faint and be rushed to the Emergency Room, which would be a short trip, I stopped by at school for lunch. Fries and chicken and five minutes before I was late, I boarded  a van which pulled up just as I left the school premises. Happy that I would make it, I ended up being 15 minutes late. I sprinted across the hospital corridors and prayed that I didn’t slip and fall and voila my second day began.

It was afternoon and most surgeries had been done, my counterpart for the morning shift said there was a D&C and an amputation  which I would have loved to watch, and a couple other surgeries. His reports were confirmed as the ICU was packed compared to yesterday’s number which was just two. I finally met my preceptor, and she told me there were no surgeries sadly so we just ran rounds in the ICU. The only thing I got to watch was an extubation. I struggled to keep a straight face while they suctioned the blood and secretions from the patient’s mouth. All the ethics I’d been taught, this was the time to show it. Luckily it was over but not before I knew it. Every second was really slow. I turned to the patient ont he opposite bed,peering into the machine to see what was going on, only to realize the patient was dead. I’d seen her yesterday, sleeping and doing fine and now she was gone.

Apparently, she had complications this morning and had passed on. I had to physically hold back the tears. I didn’t know her but I watched them intubate her. Life is indeed unpredictable. I just said a short prayer in my mind and turned back to face my bed. I was so sad afterwards, well until my preceptor started teaching me the substances they use in the theatre. Midazolam, Succinylcholine, Fentanyl and Morphine later, I was already dozing and was gradually developing a headache. Luckily after 30 minutes of explaining side effects like amnesia and paralysis, she decided I was done fo the day. I sped out of the hospital and thought of home. I got home by 4pm, still tired but grateful. Today, the third day is a morning shift and it’s almost 6:30 am. I’ll go now. Hopefully there’ll be a  lot less sad. Oh I saw all the patients from yesterday’s surgery, all stable and well. Some were even awake. Let’s see how today goes. Have a beautiful day!

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Observership diaries: Day One

I started my observership on the 27th of February. It’s an arrangement in my school where the students in MD5 are assigned to two departments in the hospital to observe their proceedings for two weeks, one department for each week. You don’t get to do much, you literally observe while your preceptors (the doctors you’re assigned to) teach and explain to you the proceedings of that hospital department. The aim being to give you an idea of the hospital life before you  begin your rotations or residency. That being said, here’s my experience on the first day.

I woke up that beautiful morning frantic, now I had slept early the night before, meaning I slept before 12a.m and I accidentally woke up by 4a.m to pee and entered into the dilemma of whether or not I should go back to sleep. I can’t remember what my final decision was but five minutes later I was snoring my way round the dream world. You see, I was sleeping even in my dream. Then, I started dreaming of how I’d overslept and got to the hospital late and my preceptor was screaming at me which jolted me out of my bed. I checked the time, It was 6:30am. I heaved a sigh of relief and then it hit me. I was still behind schedule. First I was on a morning shift, so 8 am was my resuming time. Secondly, my  friend had asked me to pick her up so we could go together as she did not know the hospital’s location and finally I had not picked out what to wear, neither had I ironed my white coat. I guess you could say I was having a very adventurous day.

I dashed into the bathroom, took what my mom calls a magical shower and brushed my teeth as fast as my hand could go in circular motion. When I got out, I took one quick glance at my wardrobe and remembered, My leopard print gown, that’ll do. A smile flashed across my face because it didn’t need ironing. God bless the genius who designed wash and wear materials. With that thought, I struggled to iron my white coat which right now, it’s worthy of mention that I neither know how to iron like a 60s lady nor does my iron know how to heat up more than a candle. Frustrated, I shoved it into a plastic bag and stuck my stethoscope in too, a bottle of water because no to hospital water. Next, hair and make-up.

Okay, if you don’t have 4c natural hair, you wont understand this. It’s a struggle. I combed the living daylight out of my hair. It was so tangled that I almost gave up and tied a scarf like I was embracing my heritage. I finally got through and just pulled it up as far as it could go into whatever the style I came up with that morning was. I’m not one for dramatic make up, besides who am I kidding,  I have three items I call make up: My foundation, loose powder and mascara, two of which were already empty and needless to say that mascara is older than the house I live in right now. I finally heard my friend knock and we dashed out of the house. Luckily there was no traffic  and we got there just in time.

Using the arrows on the wall of the hospitals, I found my way to the Medical Director’s office and found some of my classmates waiting, after standing for almost 30 mins, we were shown to our various departments so I said goodbye to my friend and ended up in the operating theatre with scrubs and a face mask on and no clue as to why the entire place smelt funny. My preceptor was a sweet woman, she showed me where to change and eased me into the subject for the day. Oh yea… I was assigned to Anesthesiology.

There were about five surgeries to be done that day. I can’t remember what the first one was because I didn’t even see the patient well. The rotating students had surrounded the table as well as the nurses and the other surgeon. The second and third surgeries however were not the easiest to watch. There was a colonostomy which was to be re-anastomosed and the second was an old lady that had developed a fistula, I think tracheosophageal, after a tracheostomy. She also had some kind of abscess that they needed to drain. Lord Jesus! I don’t get icked by things but I was not prepared for all the smells, and so many organs, the suction sounds and the way people fall asleep under anesthesia. I just looked away and stared at the machine most of the time, watching the numbers fluctuate and when I got tired, I watched the CO2 graph as it went up down and up and down and up and down. You get the point

It was an awesome experience for the first day. The only thing I wasn’t prepared for was the standing for 5 hours straight. I hadn’t eaten that morning and neither did I bring lunch. Thank God my preceptor was nice enough to offer me an apple, I would have slumped like snow-white. I got home by 2:30 pm that day, tired and drenched in the rain. I have so much more respect for surgeons, not that the other doctors aren’t doing a great job because the colonostomy surgery took more than four hours. My day 2 would be an afternoon shift. I was so grateful for my health because I feel like the people in there are strong. They fight through the pain of surgery and all the recovery in the ICU. I’m not strong enough. I hope they all get better.

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25 Things to do before you turn 25

I know you think bucket lists are lame. This isn’t a bucket list. It’s merely a reminder of things that seem so trivial, you may not have time for or you’re just too busy for. It’s so you remember that life is more than just responsibilities. Here you go:

  1. Fall in love –  You get one shot at being young and silly before you grow up and become all mature.
  2. Go outside your comfort zone – You’re more reckless when you’re young, use whatever is left of your teenage rebellion to good use.
  3. Read a book – The phone screen is not good for your eyes anyway.
  4. Spend a day without any technology – You’ll appreciate the tons of notifications later.
  5. Go abroad – As soon as you have the money to.
  6. Go skinny dipping – At night please, the warm ocean feels awesome against bare skin.
  7. Road trip – With friends, is awesome. After now, you’ll be too busy.
  8. Kiss someone on Midnight’s Eve – Someone you’re allowed to, please.
  9. Sleep under the stars – Connect with nature.
  10. Have a meaningful conversation with a stranger – Be an unforgettable stranger
  11. Learn to play your favorite song on an instrument – Even if it’s just for show-off
  12. Learn a foreign language – It adds a certain je ne sais quoi
  13. Play in the rain – Connect with your inner child.
  14. Do something you love alone.
  15. Eat in a different language – You’ll have a good or bad story.
  16. Learn about yourself -Best investment in yourself.
  17. Do something you’re afraid of.
  18. Stop depending on your parents  for money – Before adulthood hits you like a truck.
  19. Attend a concert for an artist/band you love
  20. Start a journal and track your goals as you grow.
  21. Open a savings account and actually save.
  22. Wear an outfit you love that isn’t in style
  23. Turn off your social media for a period of time
  24. Chase your dreams.
  25. Change your look. Cut your hair, dye it.