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  • #NairaLife: This Medical Student Made ₦800k/Month Making Shoes Last Year. Now, She’s Broke

    Every week, Zikoko seeks to understand how people move the Naira in and out of their lives. Some stories will be struggle-ish, others will be bougie. All the time, it’ll be revealing.


    What’s your earliest memory of money?

    My mum made sure all our holidays — right from primary school— involved me and my four sisters learning a handicraft to keep us busy. When I was about to enter JSS one, we learnt how to make beads, and I sold some beaded bags I made for ₦150 – ₦300 at a church’s Children’s Day display. 

    Did that spin off into a proper business?

    Not really. My siblings and I made those bags from the spare beads left over from what we used to learn. We just brought them to the display and ended up selling them. 

    We also learned how to make beaded flower vases and sold a few at church for around ₦800 each. We spent nothing on procuring the materials; my mum got them for us, so we just shared what we made among ourselves and used it to buy wara, suya or ice cream at school. My mum didn’t like that because we always got lunch boxes, but you know what they say about outside things being sweeter.

    Talking about your parents. What was growing up like financially?

    Both my parents are medical professionals, so we didn’t lack anything. We even had a driver who took us to school. 

    Plus, we lived in Maiduguri where things were affordable. Thinking about it now, growing up in the North was one of the best times of my life.

    How so?

    It was quiet and secluded. The people were also good with crafts. It wasn’t strange to find a four-year-old braiding her hair. 

    Fun fact: my siblings and I first heard about stuff like the Home Alone movies and Boney M Christmas songs after we relocated to the North Central in 2012 —years after the rest of the world had seen them. That’s how secluded it was up north.

    Why did you relocate?

    The Boko Haram crisis had started to gain ground, then my dad got another job. So we used the opportunity to move. I remember my sisters and I had to be picked up from school to leave in a hurry because everyone was just running helter-skelter.

    That must’ve been terrible. Were you still making stuff?

    Before we moved, I had a stint making beaded yarn crochet mini purses, and I sold about four of them to classmates for ₦100 each. I also made some crochet tops for my siblings.

    After we moved, my mum paid ₦15k for a one-week training at a baking school so my siblings and I could learn how to bake cakes and snacks. Of course, that meant I had to monetise my skill somehow.

    Let me guess. Another business?

    Yes, also a stint. I baked a cake for a neighbour’s wedding but was only paid for the ingredients. I didn’t try to bake for money again after that.

    The next one-off gig I did was play the piano for a Valentine’s Day program in 2013. I was paid ₦2k for it.

    How did you even get the gig?

    I learned how to play the piano when I was seven years old — thanks to my mum for getting someone to train us. I got the gig through some of my secondary school friends who also played instruments. Some of them were playing the drums and guitar, so they just told me to join them and play the piano, and the organisers paid me afterwards.

    It looks like you’ve always had an entrepreneurial calling

    Tell that to Nigerian parents. Now, everyone knows you can make money from business or on social media without a certificate. But medicine was what my parents knew. To them, it was: Study medicine, enter the labour market, and you’ll get money.

    I was confused when it was time for uni because I knew how to do a lot of things. For example, I was good at graphic design from practising on our home computer. But I was also considering biomedical engineering. Eventually, I followed my parents’ advice and got into uni to study dentistry in 2017. I’m in my final year now.

    Do I even need to ask if you’ve tried your hand at any business since you’ve been in school?

    LOL. I currently run a shoe-making business I started a few weeks before starting uni.

    How did it happen?

    During the waiting period between getting provisional admission to the university and resuming the new session, my cousin was supposed to visit from the U.S, and I decided to gift them something unique.

    I didn’t want to crochet a blouse because it was too basic. So I thought, “Why not crochet sandals?” I had a design in mind and wanted to use the stronger cobbler threads instead of typical yarn, so I bought some for about ₦300 each and started work. I had to change the design several times because it wasn’t working.

    I finally designed the top of the sandals, then I found a shoemaker to help cobble the sole. He gave me a list of materials to buy, which cost me about ₦1,500 and in three days, he taught me all I needed to know, and we produced the sandals. Unfortunately, my cousin didn’t visit Nigeria that year, but I was so proud of my production.

    What did you later do with it?

    I carried myself to a studio and paid ₦100 for professional pictures of the sandals on my crusty feet for Facebook.

    LOL

    The Facebook post helped. Two coursemates saw it and asked me to bring one each for them when school resumed. It cost me ₦700 to produce one, and I sold it for ₦2k.

    When we resumed, I made a couple more shoes and sandals for my personal use. Then, my hostel roommates started asking me to make one for them too. My bestseller was a crochet beaded gladiator sandal that I sold for ₦1,500 each. 

    Subsequently, I started advertising to students outside my hostel. I even got someone who bought fifteen pieces at once to retail. In my first year, I averaged ₦20k in monthly profits.

    What was it like just starting school and getting thrown into a successful business?

    It was crazy. I’d be at lectures all day and return home in the evening to work all night so I could meet up with orders. I was also running around different shoemaker shops to borrow their filing machines to finish the shoes because I didn’t have one.

    Now, I realise I was underselling myself. Because how was I spending seven hours making one sandal only to make ₦1k as profit? 

    It was big money to me then because I had no responsibilities and still got a ₦25k/month allowance from my parents.

    When did you start charging more for your skills?

    2019. Word-of-mouth advertising wasn’t working again, so I stepped up and became intentional about advertising on social media. After one tweet blew up my business and helped me sell about 50 sandals, Twitter quickly became my major channel. I sold each sandal at ₦4,500, making ₦3k in profit on each. I used the money I made to buy most of the machines I needed. 

    Several people also reached out to support me, and the goodwill meant I could get a generator and register my business with the CAC. Someone even gave me a filing machine for free. I still use it till now.

    So, 2019 was the year your business blew

    2020 and 2021 were even better. I got part-time staff to assist me with the shoemaking, running deliveries and taking pictures for content. At some point, I had six people working with me and paid them based on how much work they did per week. But it usually ranged from ₦10k to ₦50k weekly for each of them. 

    How much were you making yourself?

    Between ₦500k – ₦800k monthly. I usually had to set aside about ₦250k to settle my staff. By 2022, I was making ₦800k in a good month after paying salaries and other business expenses.

    That’s serious balling figures. What were you spending on?

    I was barely spending anything I made from my business because my mum sent me foodstuff in addition to my ₦35k monthly allowance.

    I only touched it when I wanted to pay rent for my off-campus accommodation, which was ₦400k. The other thing I constantly spent money on was fuel for the generator I used for the business — the rest I just saved. 

    I should add that I hardly spend on unnecessary things. I’d rather take a keke than spend money hailing a cab. Besides, I can’t take a car to the market where I go to buy shoe materials. I only use cabs when absolutely necessary. I’ve been using the same phone since 2019. It’s doing its work, so why change it?

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    You mentioned saving most of your income

    Yes. I used most of it to rent a two-bedroom apartment for my workshop in 2022. It cost me about ₦6m to settle rent, set up the space, and get more machines for work. To be honest, I initially wanted to buy a car, but I thought about it and decided to invest in my business.

    How are you still juggling everything with medical school, though?

    I’m not juggling —it’s been very tough doing both full-time. One aspect always suffers; if I’m not having logistics issues, my staff will come with their own. I’ve failed a lot of tests, and reading is a hassle. I don’t have a social life because school and business take up all my time. I even had to pause my business at the beginning of this year and only resumed a few weeks ago.

    What happened?

    I had a mental breakdown in 2018 due to some personal issues, which kept me out of school for roughly six months, and I had to repeat a year. So, this year came with many back-to-back exams and the backlog from that year. I also had to move back to the hostel since I wasn’t really making money anymore.

    You weren’t making sales at all?

    My shop was still there, and we still had a few walk-ins and repeat customers. But I wasn’t advertising on social media, so sales slowed to about ₦70k – ₦100k monthly. 

    I laid off some staff when I started running at a loss. Since I was busy with exams, I couldn’t monitor what my staff were doing, and they’d typically deliver poorly finished jobs to customers who’d complain and ask for a refund. Sometimes, I’d remake the shoe and send it again at my own cost. I often had to dip into my personal allowance to fill those gaps.

    Some other staff stopped coming because I couldn’t afford to pay them. At the moment, I work with only three people. 

    Omo. How’s it going now?

    I just resumed advertising again, so I’m still trying to find my feet, but making sales isn’t difficult for me, and I know I’ll get back to 2022 figures soon. I’ve had to become even more prudent with money. I’ve only braided my hair once this year; the rest of the time, it’s been in twists. 

    I even switched to an old 3G sim one time because I knew data wouldn’t finish as fast as it would on 4G. I also sometimes turn off data mode on most of my apps and avoid Instagram and TikTok. But I still have to be online because of my business, so data is a necessary expense.

    Let’s break down the expenses in a month

    My mum still sends most of the foodstuff I need, so my food expense only includes perishable items. 

    What would you say is the toughest part of being a business owner?

    Apart from the obvious challenge of doing it as a student, managing staff is really tough. When they don’t do the work properly, we end up remaking the product multiple times, which comes at a cost. It’s difficult getting people who actually care about the work; they’re just interested in the money. 

    That part is confusing for me because it also affects them when we run at a loss. So, why misbehave?

    You’ve been at this for six years. What are some things you’ve learnt?

    I now know how to better determine my price point, based on how my competitors are pricing, the rising cost of materials and how much effort I put into a piece of footwear. On average, one piece costs ₦30k now. Some people still tell me I should charge more, but I can’t do that. Is it until I get 500% ROI on one item?

    On the other hand, I noticed that there were some people who never patronised me until I increased my prices. It’s a Nigerian mindset. People think the more expensive, the better it must be. 

    So, you’re in your final year. What does the future look like for you?

    I’m still unsure about whether I’d practise after medical school, but I know I’m going to take a full year to give all my attention to my business. The business is here to stay, no doubt about that.

    I also want to get an MBA, partly to add a title to my name, and also to get actual business insights. I may also go back to study biomedical engineering like I wanted before listening to my parents and studying dentistry. 

    Is there anything you want right now but can’t afford?

    I’ve always wanted to go into bag-making, and there’s this tagging machine I’ve been eyeing. I’d also like to get a better phone and filming gadgets to make shoemaking tutorials on YouTube and take better pictures for content. Everything should cost about ₦900k.

    How much do you think you should be making from your business now?

    ₦3m/month. I honestly think I would’ve gotten there already if I hadn’t taken a break.

    Rooting for you. How would you rate your financial happiness?

    Currently a 4, but I’m hopeful that once I settle into pushing my business again, it’ll be a 7 by the end of the month.


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  • A Week In The Life: Medical Student By Day, Executive Assistant At Night

    A Week In The Life” is a weekly Zikoko series that explores the working-class struggles of Nigerians. It captures the very spirit of what it means to hustle in Nigeria and puts you in the shoes of the subject for a week.


    Today’s subject is a 22-year old combining two tedious roles as a medical student and an executive assistant.  She talks about the requirements of each role, her supportive boss and how she tweaks her schedule to accommodate everything. 

    MONDAY:

    I wake up at 6:30 a.m. every day, but that doesn’t happen today. After sleeping through four alarms, my roommate has to step in where the machines have failed. She taps the bed gently while calling out my name. I reluctantly open my eyes and take in our small room. There’s a ceiling fan rotating idly over my head, the metal on the double bunk beds have gotten a fresh coat of paint, and the rug has seen better times. “I’m up,” I say to her. 

    The first thing I do is to try to hustle bathroom space. As a student in a public university, the greatest struggle is having a germ-free bath. And that’s why wide-eyed, early in the day, I run to beat the soon-to-be-great-bathroom-rush of the girl’s hostel. 

    Thankfully, I come back to my room cleaner than I left. Then my day truly starts.

    As a medical student, my day takes different turns. Sometimes, I have classes in the morning. At other times, it’s reviewing patients and presenting the findings to a consultant. Or, attending clinics and watching senior doctors in action to gain hands-on experience. Depending on the posting I’m in, it can be a combination of all three. This morning, I have online classes. At 8 a.m. I open my laptop and sign in for lectures. 

    It takes all my willpower to stay awake during the lectures, and I’m super grateful when my last class ends by 3 p.m. I close my laptop and contemplate what to eat for lunch. Midway through my thinking, I decide that sleep is better than food. I put on a funny show on Netflix, draw my curtains, settle under my duvet and wait for sleep to come. 


    TUESDAY:

    I feel like I have two identities. The first is a medical student which encompasses all I do — school, writing, research and making my parents proud. Then my other [paid] job as an executive assistant [E.A] where I plan, schedule and organise. They’re both demanding, and I don’t know how I combine them seeing as I have only 24 hours in a day. 

    Being a student is the “easy” part because there’s a fixed schedule. But the second job? I’m always twisting and tweaking my calendar: work after classes, work during classes, work on weekends, work before classes. I like to say I go from work [school] to work-work [E.A]. 

    Because I slept in yesterday, I’m starting my E.A job before school today. My boss, an entrepreneur, is trying to get into a new field, so I’m researching it. I know I can’t finish before lectures start, and I plan to take notes, listen in class while continuing my research. Once I’m done, I’ll schedule a few meetings and create content for social media. Then I’ll be free to focus on my lectures for the day. 

    On some level, I keep wondering how long I can sustain my second identity. The only reason I’ve been able to combine work and school is that the school hasn’t resumed clinical classes — ward rounds. Once that starts,  I won’t get back until 12 a.m. or 1 a.m., and I’ll be too exhausted to do work-work. As much as I enjoy work and the financial independence it brings, medicine is still my first love. I’m still unsure if I want to write briefs and concept notes as a full-time career. 

    WEDNESDAY:

    I like work-work for a couple of reasons. Firstly, my boss is a great human being. Even though she’s almost three times my age, she respects me. She listens to my opinions, asks for my input and she’s never bossy. It also feels good to be trusted with high-level stuff despite my age. Maybe because I’m Nigerian, being treated with respect by an older person is a big deal to me. After my experience with other types of employers, my boss is an angel. 

    The learning curve is another reason I like this job. I’m constantly reading interesting things. In one year, I’ve learned enough to talk about types of VC funding, angel investing and how to support entrepreneurs. It’s mind-blowing how much I now understand that entrepreneurship is the lifeline of a lot of countries. But, I’m still a 9-5 babe, thank you very much. 

    The real icing on the cake is that the relationship with my boss has progressed to mentorship. I’m constantly learning from her and sounding ideas off her. And she has been very gracious with her time and support. 

    Today, on a work call to check in on progress, she kept asking about my welfare and school. We ended up talking about me and the importance of school above everything else. It felt good to be treated like a human being by an older adult.

    THURSDAY:

    The best part about having a job as a student is financial independence. My E.A job pays me well enough to not ask my parents for money. I don’t remember the last time I collected money from them. Even though they know my salary, they still insist on sending me money. 

    I appreciate my parent’s love and support, but I don’t want to be a burden on them. They’ve never said I’m a burden, so it’s weird that I feel that way. On some level, I think it’s because I know the sacrifices they made to see me through an expensive secondary school. Now, I just want them to spend on themselves and plan for their retirement. Ever since Nigeria hit that 2016 recession, I’m no longer sure they have a retirement fund. Things have gotten so hard that I wonder how my parents have managed to keep me afloat. Earning an income means they can focus on themselves for once in their lives. But they still feel I’m their responsibility. I guess being a parent is to be forever responsible for your kids no matter how old they turn. 

    I’ll just have to get used to it. Just the same way I’ve gotten used to my dad sending me money randomly, like today, no matter how much I refuse. I plan to call to thank him. 

    FRIDAY:

    I have been winging school so far. I find time to read when I can because I don’t schedule studying. Mostly, I study close to an exam or test. If I have an assessment on Friday, I’ll start reading on Wednesday. Other times, I’ll join study groups for revisions or just listen in class. 

    I know that as I approach my final year, things are going to get difficult. But I’m going to try my best to hold out for as long as I can. If push comes to shove, medicine is the most important thing to me, and my boss supports this. Thankfully, the skills from this job are transferable to any field, including medicine. I know that no matter how things turn out, this is an experience I’ll always cherish. 


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  • If You Think Medical Students Are Arrogant, You’ll Love This One

    If you went to University in Nigeria, chances are that everyone regardless of department and course did 100level on the main campus. However, people studying “professional” courses had an extra sense of pride in them.

    Especially those courses where they left the main campus after year one. The guys that studied Medicine, Nursing, Physiotherapy, Pharmacy, Lab science, Radiography, etc.

    Here’s a list of the many atrocities they committed in their short time on the main campus.

    Always reminding everyone that they are crossing over to Medical school.

    Go to your promised land and leave us alone pls.

    Telling everyone studying other courses about how they will be richer than them.

    Odunlade Zikoko half-naked

    Haq haq.

    When you attempt to toast one of them.

    Mschew.

    Walking with only themselves all over campus.

    Don’t you want to mingle?

    Forming most busy.

    Is it not this same 100 level we are all in?

    Answering all the questions in class.

    Na wa oohhh.

    Crying if they don’t get 4.0 and above G.P at the end of the semester.

    Really? Really?

    In case you missed how University students scam their parents, you should definitely read this.

  • The Health Worker Chasing Enjoyment And The Abroad

    Every week, Zikoko seeks to understand how people move the Naira in and out of their lives. Some stories will be struggle-ish, others will be bougie. All the time, it’ll be revealing.

    The subject in this story had his started out in lab coats as a Health Sciences student, but now he seems to have a keen interest in Data Sciences. One thing stays consistent though, his love for enjoyment.


    Tell me about the first work you did for money. 

    JSS 2. Technical drawing class. I used to charge people because they didn’t know how to use compasses. My classmates would go out on break, and I’d make ₦1200 for 6 technical drawings. Then I’d buy ₦100 rice and uncountable meat. Add Tampico. 

    Hahaha.

    Ah, I still sabi book that year o. This was 2006 – I was 11. But the very first hard work I did for money was about a year later. I was on holiday at my uncle’s house, and he wanted to fix his gutters. So he asked my sibling and I if we wanted to make money and we were like yeaah yeah!

    Ginger!

    That’s how we started carrying cement and mixing. And after all the work, he gave us money, I looked at it and asked, “What is this?”

    How much?

    ₦500. My uncle gave me ₦500 to carry cement for 6 hours in the sun. Inside life. Maybe that’s when I knew I had to stay in school and not become a bricklayer. I didn’t do any work till I entered 200-level. Someone reached out for a job in a startup.

    Tell me about that. 

    They wanted me to write product descriptions for listings on their website. The goal was to write 10 per day, at ₦100 per description. I did 10 on weekdays, which summed up to ₦20k a month. 

    But I also had school to worry about – tight deadlines, long reading nights, making class attendance so I could write exams. 

    I started chasing money, and school work suffered. The problem was that I was not even making my ₦20k per month, more like ₦18k, ₦15k,₦10k. It got tiring. Really nice people, but the job was monotonous. I think I was just excited that someone was paying me to write. 

    I get you.

    Then the “500 words for ₦10k” jobs started coming. The company managing the product website upgraded my deal. They starting paying ₦40k per month. 

    See, my friends thought of me as the rich kid o. 

    Why?

    Because whenever my ₦40k landed, ground dey full. You would see me shopping for provisions. See, I had this idea: 

    “When you have money, chop it before you die, make next of kin no chop am.” The money also made me confident to borrow. One time, my phone broke, and I needed money, because that was what I was writing with. I asked my sibling for money – and got a ₦60k loan. 

    “Are you sure you’ll return it?” I was like relaxxxx, I’ll pay back. I did. 

    How did your sibling have money? Work?

    Scholarships. That one faced books squarely. Anyway, I was living fast! I didn’t go home frequently, and my dad was like, if you don’t come back home, I’m not going to give you allowance!

    In my head, I was like, who do you think you’re talking to?

    Hahaha, what?

    At this time sef, he had already cut our allowance to ₦20k per month from ₦42k. At some point, he read me a proper Riot Act, then sent me money. I think he was suspecting that I’d started earning. 

    When my dad slashed my allowance, I had to double up on looking for money. You know when they say people go to school and lose their way. 

    Yeah?

    Na me them dey talk about bro. To make it harder for me, my sibling was best in class. My dad wasn’t checking our G.P.A and all that. His own was, “Once your 5 years is over, I’ll stop giving you money.” 

    Anyway, in 400-level, I had to be serious so I could graduate – all books, no work. I had to survive on my allowance. I cut out all my excesses. I used to dry clean my shirts, but I had to start handwashing. 

    My dry cleaner would be like, “I haven’t seen you in a while.” 

    Don’t see me please. 

    When people saw my results, they were like woooow, so you sabi book?  Soft. 

    I knew that my dad would make my life miserable if I had an extra year. I had already collected ₦100k from him for project, and he had told me that was the last money he was giving me. Recession had started to affect his businesses so the guy was austere. 

    2016? 

    Yeah. I wanted to buy something on ASOS at $1/150, then I decided to chill small. Had I known.

    All of us man. So, what happened after school?

    In January 2016, I moved from school back home. My dad came to pick me. I remember that my dad was just smiling as he and my sibling packed everything into the car. Welcome to reality. 

    In a hostel, we had 24/7 light, water, accessible ATMs etc. On my first night back home, there was no power —  no generator? I went to meet my dad. He said, “If you have money for petrol, put it on.” 

    That’s when I knew.

    My money kept reducing. When I hit my last 2k, I knew I had to get a job.  I got a job in a lab – Mondays to Saturdays. Guess how much they were paying 

    How much? 

    ₦40,000. It was a small and new lab, so I had to do everything, from turning on the generator to settling fights between couples arguing over who gave who an STD.  

    I was counselor, gateman and therapist. I used to get home 10-11pm, because of work. 

    My running costs – transport and food – was ₦23k. So I had ₦17k left. And because “fresh outta school now” you and your friends want to link up and everything, that’s 5 or 6k. Internet also took money. So I had next to nothing left. It was like I was chasing a cycle, and my spare was in case of emergency. And there was always an emergency.

    Standard 

    I did that job for three months and I realised I couldn’t continue. I didn’t have money and I was working my life out. But my boss was like the most amazing person. We still keep in touch. He too knew that the money was shit. But na condition make crayfish bend.

    I get that. 

    Remember that company website I was working for? My line manager moved to another startup and they were hiring. I went for the interview and got hired. It was an internship role, but I was so excited – so excited I didn’t ask how much.

    It will end in –

    – Tears. It was ₦55k, but I didn’t even mind. I did get a raise to ₦80k though.

    In all this time, I was applying for my professional internship to properly get certified and all that. 
    I really loved working at the startup, but I had to resign towards the end of 2017. Then I became super broke

    Did you have any savings?

    While I was working at the startup, I took a loan to buy a laptop. I had to repay that over the next few months, so I couldn’t save. Also, I couldn’t ask my dad for money. 

    Are you still like that? 

    Yes. I’ll rather die than ask him. He’s the kind of person that if he does something for you, he requires you to do certain favours. 

    He’ll always bring up how he did this and that for you. So I already promised not to ask him. That month was brutal I used to take ₦150 bike to go see my babe before. Omo, I started walking. 

    My babe was very supportive. She used to sense that I was cranky. So sometimes she’d randomly send me some change and buy me stuff, like airtime or pizza.

    She could smell the brokeness my guy. 

    Guy, the odour was potent. I knew all the cheap data plans. All the ₦500 for 1GB plans. All I was doing was sleeping or trekking if I had to go somewhere. 

    Anyway, it all lasted for one month. And then I resumed at my internship. Then there was another problem. I didn’t have clothes – I hadn’t bought those for over a year. So I went back to my one true saviour, my sibling. And I promised him that I was going to be more sensible with money. My clothes got paid for, and we created a repayment plan. 

    That Red October was good for me, because I entered my Internship with red-eyed discipline. My net salary was ₦127k. I told myself I was going to have ₦1 million in savings by the end of the Internship. I’m saving up for when it’s time to start chasing Permanent Residence in the Abroad. 

    That’s steep. 

    My target was to save ₦90k every month for a year. I remember they didn’t pay me for like the first 3 months, because of government. But man was already used to suffering. So when they paid everything all my guys were going to buy phones. I first transferred ₦180k to one account that had no debit card or Internet banking. I bought stuff for my folks. 

    In the end, I had ₦20k left. I started trying to make money on the side – like the old days. And I could earn enough to help me save my entire salary on some months. 

    That’s impressive.

    But you see the thing with money. When you start to enjoy, you go forget say you don suffer. So after the first four months, I told my self guy you can’t kill yourself. Have you not tried?! So I started to buy expensive wristwatches, expensive perfumes, my babe did birthday too, I spent money!

    Hahaha, noooo!

    I kept on buying randomly and I ended up spending ₦60k. I look everything wey the babe don do. This babe follow me when I dey trek. 

    Like she’ll be like is it not enough. I’ll be like you no say money no be problem hahaha. 

    I didn’t save in that month. 

    After two more months, I was like guy no spend this thing finish – NYSC was coming and I didn’t want to carry last. In the end, I missed my millon naira target by ₦122k.

    But you see, I had money in my account, but I wasn’t happy with my life. Imagine having all that money and your phone is bad. 

    So, NYSC?

    Yeah, I shopped for camp and everything. That was like 40k. Because deep down I don’t like suffering, I took ₦63k for camp I used to eat pancakes with syrup and eggs, sausages, and chicken. 

    In fact, I had only ₦3k by the time I received my first NYSC allowance. This was 2018.

    I left camp in November. I had to change my PPA because I was trying to get an NGO, instead, I landed in a Government Hospital – ₦43k.

    One woman there was saying, “Don’t be chasing money. It’s a learning experience.” In my mind I was like, people that learn with money do they have two heads?

    Hahaha. 

    My first month there shocked them. I was always the first person to get to work. The next person always came 1 hour 30 minutes later. So I’m always manning the lab from 8-10:30 am. And it’s a fucking general hospital. I’m always overworked.

    It’s interesting, going from a startup to civil service.

    It’s like a crash landing. Startups require a level of commitment to work ethic. Startups tend to be understaffed, so when you’re not pulling your own weight, it’ll show. But Civil Service, I’m doing the barest minimum and they think I have a work ethic. 

    I’ll get to work at 7:50am. I’ll not leave till like 5. I’ll attend to every patient. I’ll go out of my way for patients to go and meet doctors. 

    At the startup, the fact that I knew there were performance reviews made me step up. Things that would have been difficult for me to know, I learned. And the six months I spent there had actually transformed my life. The kind of people that I’ve met. The way I handle a lot of things. If I had not passed through then I would be thinking of opening a community lab or pharmacy or hospital. I wouldn’t be able to dream big. I learned there that if you’re too comfortable where you are, you won’t gbe body.

    I’ve not expended half of the energy from where I’m coming. My bosses at work are always like oh my God. He’s so hard working, he’s so principled. Oops! 

    My head o.

    If I don’t do that barest minimum, I’ll die from boredom. Patients will be saying they’ve not seen anybody like you.

    Because it takes nothing. At my other place I used to work like 8 till 5. But it felt like 8 till next year. 

    Now I’m working 8 till 4. And the work is mostly muscle memory. If I don’t take time to exercise my brain, trouble. 

    What’s your current running cost? 

    I get paid about ₦43k. NYSC pays me ₦19,800 so I save ₦35k to my Japa funds. I live on ₦29k. I’m living in my dad’s house. So I’m not paying rent, and I don’t eat out very much. Data is my big expense.. And my girlfriend is considerably understanding. We go for outings like once in 3months. 

    Same babe? 

    Same babe my man. We’ll marry.

    What’s something you really want right now but you can’t afford? 

    Permanent residency in the Abroad – okay that’s taking it far. I want to pivot into the data sciences after Nysc. And I can’t keep doing free courses – one course I want to take, for example, costs $200. My funds are limited. Let me tell you why I bought phone too. 

    Oya

    I went to donate blood in January 2019. I had donated blood six times before but on that seventh time, I almost fainted. I’ve never fainted in my life. 

    Why? 

    I don’t know. That’s the first time it happened to me. So they had to rush me back, and I had to do something where I’ll put my head down and put my legs up. In that moment, I had an epiphany. I had a fucking epiphany. 

    Hahaha.

    Na so person go just die, next thing, next of kin will collect all my savings. As they released me from that place, I just went to buy an internet modem. The next day I called a phone seller. He told me the price of the phone I wanted and I told him, “Guy, I’m coming. Don’t close your shop.”

    How much?

    ₦250k. I felt light after but, I kept on repeating eyan le ku any fucking time. At this point, I had only ₦500k left in savings. 

    Also, random, in as much as my babe is understanding, I try to do nice things for her. 

    Yeah 

    Also, from time to time, I do stuff for the people around me. 

    It’s kind of nerve-wracking, the longer I stay in Nigeria, the more I’ll deplete my savings. The more life will happen. Maybe I’ll want to move out, pay for rent. 

    Then I’ll now be telling my children ah! You guys would have been Canadian citizens. 

    I see the guys in Civil Service, 15-20 years of service. I see their pay slip. I know it’s emotionally draining for me because of my work ethic. 

    I’m always the one that goes the extra mile for mothers and their children. I help them chase doctors. Every other person is always like oh he’ll do it. So at the end of the work day, I feel very emotionally drained and still broke. 

    You know how they say empathy kills. It drains me.

    Empathy is draining.

    You’re seeing poor people. At the General Hospital, you’ll see things that’ll baffle you. I once saw a woman who was diabetic, and she had neuropathic pain. Pain from her waist down, and it was stinging. 

    They were supposed to give her an injection that cost ₦50. And this woman could not afford ₦50. She was crying The problem with having a lean budget is that you’re always with your last card till payday. But that day I thought, this woman doesn’t have any money anywhere, I have ₦500k somewhere.

    I had like ₦150 because that money takes me home, while she still had to buy other drugs. So we just crowdfunded. I first bought her the injection, and we bought her other stuff. 

    Man. 

    The thing is, it’s not a one-off. It’s recurring. I’ve lost count of the times it’s happened. You’ll see people that can’t afford the most basic things. It’s tough, trying to save people when I am not centred enough. 

    Like trying to save drowning people from a sinking boat. 

    Argh. I sent someone my last ₦2k. ₦2k will solve the immediate problems of someone who has no money. On the other hand, I’m looking for ₦1 million.

    2019 is showing me pepper, but it doesn’t feel as tough as 2017, because I have money, even though I try not to look at it as my money. But knowing it’s there makes me feel better, a safety net. 

    Let’s talk about Financial Happiness. 

    I think I’m unhappy because Nigeria is making me unhappy and I’m trying to leave. If I had no plans to leave, I think I’d be happier, even if I earned ₦60-something-k. But all my money and energy is pivoted towards leaving. 

    I’m not poor, I’m just broke a lot. Because I want to go to Canada. 

    So, I don’t think I’m sad because of my finances. If all else fails, I know I can go and beg my father. If I ask him for money now, he’ll give me. But you know what? I’d rather die. Maybe, in the end, all my strong head is just because I want to outdo him.


  • “Excuse me nurse please where is the Doctor?”

    You are looking at her.

    “You want to specialize? When you haven’t found husband?”

    Who husband epp?

    “Aunty please help us call the main Doctor”

    Please explain yourself

    “Small girl like you, so you mean you are a doctor?”

    Who are you calling small girl?

    “Aunty Doctor, Aunty nurse”

    It’s just Doctor, please

    “Ehn I know you are not a nurse just help me call the male Doctor”

    The level of disrespect

    “Eh nurse wait stop talking let me talk to the main Doctor”

    I’m confused he’s a medical student

    “I’m not saying you don’t know your work o, just help me call your oga”

    Look at me I’m the oga here

    “You are a doctor? Your husband is trying o, hope you have time for him”

    Is that what we are here for?

    “You mean you are a doctor doctor? And you are a woman?”

    And so what?

    “Sister but you are too fine to be a doctor now”

    Better face your front
  • Nigerian Medical Students Will Now Spend Over A Decade To Get Their Degrees!
    As if Nigerian medical students don’t have enough to worry about — like strikes, inadequate facilities and whatnot — the National Universities Commission (NUC) has decided to add something else!

    According to the Executive Secretary of NUC, Prof. Julius Okojie, all medical students will spend a minimum of ten to eleven years in school before getting their degrees.

    According to him, the 2015 document for the training of medical students mandates that students spend four years studying for their first degree in a science-related course. After which they will proceed to medical school to spend another seven years. Which will now be a total of eleven year — four years more than it currently is.

    Wait! What?!

    Is he joking?

    It seems he might not be joking afterall! Proj. Okojie made the announcement while delivering a lecture at the matriculation and inauguration of the University of Medical Science, in Ondo State.

    How unfortunate. Very unfortunate.

    We know they’re trying to copy the foreign system of medical education, but this one is too much now!

    In the American school system for example, students go for a pre-med degree for four years, before medical school, which is another four years. Then three to seven years residency and fellowship.

    It’s different if they actually plan to make infrastructure and facilities available and up to standard.

    But knowing Nigeria, that will probably never happen.

    If this is actually implemented, just imagine what will happen. By the time medical students are through, their counterparts would have gone far in life.

    This is so sad! It’s so unfair! [zkk_poll post=23673 poll=content_block_standard_format_7] Featured image via PJNaijaExpress.
  • When I was born, the plan was to be a baby girl for life and literally too. First day I heard… “you suck breast too much, I can’t wait for you to grow up”.

    But you see, life’s not fair, I started walking and people started throwing around words like “responsible”, “house chore” etc.

    School started and everything was smooth until I got to senior secondary class.

    Science class or art class or commercial class?

    Decided science class and then my mother decided to tell mummy Biola that always has an opinion about everything. Mummy Biola went..

    And then, “this girl that likes to talk a lot, she should be a lawyer”.

    Meanwhile, I was like..

    So time for JAMB, I studied the brochure.

    I concluded on Medicine and Surgery. So first year in school, I was ready. New baffs, who this?

    Year 1 was a breeze!

    Year 2, Anatomy lecturer said “look beside you, that’s your competition”.

    Big texts, human bones, people started calling me “D Doctorrrrrrr”, I started..

    First test and our scores were pasted on the notice board, when I saw my score..

    Year 2 to year 3 break, went home and dad introduced me as a doctor to his friends, I was like..

    Year 3. Restrategized and was ready.

    I wasn’t going to fail anymore because..

    First professional exam.

    Meanwhile, family and friends were very expectant.

    Results were released and yay! I passed.

    Time for wardcoat and actually dealing with real humans.

    Things took a different turn. Each Consultant* had their rule.

    When you resume in the morning, then you get to the clinic and there are no patients.

    And the Consultant announces an impromptu wardround “to keep you busy”.

    Consultant then asks “Whose patient is this?!” and you have not clerked.

    But you signed for your clerking* partner in exchange for him to clerk your patient but he still didn’t clerk.

    Consultant starts insulting you and your ancestors and a Registrar* now puts mouth.

    After you finish chopping that insult from your Consultant.

    Then, the person that was meant to clerk comes to say sorry to you.

    When you get to the hospital early the following day to clerk the patient and are feeling quite confident..

    You finish presenting and the Consultant asks if you’ve seen a stupid person before and you reply..

    And then, he asks you when last you checked the mirror.

    When you forgot to ask a question from your patient but you lied to your Consultant you did.

    And the consultant now asks the patient to confirm if you really did.

    And the patient answers “no”.

    Then he asks the patient “have you seen this medical student before?” And the patient is hesitant.

    Meanwhile your classmates are behind you like..

    After wardround, they come to pay their condolences.

    But you still believe tomorrow will be better.

    Exam time and everybody is like..

    You and your study partner sit in the exam hall like..

    First question- which of these is not unlikely to be true?

    “How was your paper?”

    And that guy that always passes comes to tell you yet again that the paper was bad.

    When you’re the first person to finish oral exams.

    Then you start permutating your scores to see if you will have up to 50%.

    And finally, you passed.

    Then your finally have the time to go to those weddings your friends always invite you for.

    But through everything, you’re still D Doctorrrrr

    Written by Zikoko contributor, Adeola Adedeji. Featured image from Edu Africa Definitions: *Consultant – A specialist in a particular area and the most senior doctor in a clinical team. *Registrar – A senior doctor in the team studying to become a consultant. *Clerking – Interviewing a patient to determine what is wrong with them.