“Laura, if you can become a Nurse, then you can as well become a Doctor. They are the same thing.” Dad said.
I had just tabled my wish to study Nursing in the university and that was what he had to say.
I know I had always been so indecisive on what to study in school, but becoming a medical doctor never crossed my mind.
My eyes fell at the realization that my father meant what he had just said.
“You would study medicine, you are brilliant enough” he said as he filled out my JAMB form.
“MEDICINE AND SURGERY” he wrote boldly.
I looked at mum and she sat there unsure of whether to support or oppose her husband’s designed fate for me.
I opened my mouth to say something , but words couldn’t find me.
Walking back to my room, I slumped on the bed and starred blankly in space.
I grabbed my phone and browsed through the internet to see what it was really all about.
“6 years and I would have to write just 4 exams” I said as my eyes widened in awe.
“That’s easier than I expected. I think I can pull this off” my secondary school mind told me.
Fast forward to when I wrote JAMB and got admitted into a university.
My parents’ joy knew no bounds, Dad especially. Being the first child of the family, I was at the same time going to study the ‘prestigious medicine and surgery’.
It’s clear that they saw it as a big feat and so did I.
They were so proud that it wouldn’t be an exaggeration if I say they told the entire neighborhood.
I remember standing beside Dad as he gave his testimony in church.
The congregation clapped their hands out and for the first time since the news of my admission, I felt very proud.
But little did my parents know that they were creating a large crowd with great expectations from me.
I finally got into Medical school only to find out that the medical chants,stereotypes and all wasn’t as easy as those outside made it seem.
I had just signed up for the main deal!!.
The textbooks were very bulky and so was the syllabus.
My cadaver experiences weren’t funny as I kept having zombies chase me in my dreams.
The lecturers became very tired of having to teach about 300 students in facilities made for only 100.
We had to do it all on our own, so 60% of my success was dependent on how well I studied.
Cliques of very brilliant students began to set in and so did inferiority for some students like me.
Medical school was like bringing the best high school students and keeping them together in a class.
It no longer became a game of brilliance, it became a game of perseverance, discipline, hardwork and smartness.
I’m currently preparing for my 2nd MBBS exams and the tension is high and real!
But every single time I feel like giving up, I don’t forget to look forward.
I keep looking forward to see what a medical future holds in store for me.
I look at the crowd of expectant people waiting to receive the good news of my graduation.
Those people who have already added the doctor tag to my name.
That’s the crowd that keeps me pushing.
I remember the smile mum and Dad had on their faces when I got admitted into school and I feel obligated to keep it on.
I’m enraged by the saving future which my imaginations have created
A saving future I might not be able to provide if I choose to fail now.
In all, the need to not disappoint ,the pride that comes alongside success, the need to bring a future I look up to and the now that I have ,all keep me pushing.
Writer: Uzoma Iheoma Genevieve
Abia State University, Uturu, Nigeria