Dhammy Kelly's Blog

Your reaction matters more than what happens to you “Once upon a time a daughter complained to her father that her life was miserable and that she didn’t know how she was going to make it. She was tired of fighting and struggling all the time. It seemed just as one problem was solved, another one soon followed. Her father, a chef, took her to the kitchen. He filled three pots with water and placed each on a high fire. Once the three pots began to boil, he placed potatoes in one pot, eggs in the second pot, and ground coffee beans in the third pot. He then let them sit and boil, without saying a word to his daughter. The daughter, moaned and impatiently waited, wondering what he was doing. After twenty minutes he turned off the burners. He took the potatoes out of the pot and placed them in a bowl. He pulled the boiled eggs out and placed them in a bowl. He then ladled the coffee out and placed it in a cup. Turning to her he asked. ‘Daughter, what do you see?’ ‘Potatoes, eg

Never let one failure from the past hold you back in the future “As a man was passing the elephants, he suddenly stopped, confused by the fact that these huge creatures were being held by only a small rope tied to their front leg. No chains, no cages. It was obvious that the elephants could, at anytime, break away from their bonds but for some reason, they did not. He saw a trainer nearby and asked why these animals just stood there and made no attempt to get away. ‘Well,’ trainer said, ‘when they are very young and much smaller we use the same size rope to tie them and, at that age, it’s enough to hold them. As they grow up, they are conditioned to believe they cannot break away. They believe the rope can still hold them, so they never try to break free.’ The man was amazed. These animals could at any time break free from their bonds but because they believed they couldn’t, they were stuck right where they were.”

“There once was a little boy who had a very bad temper. His father decided to hand him a bag of nails and said that every time the boy lost his temper, he had to hammer a nail into the fence. On the first day, the boy hammered 37 nails into that fence. The boy gradually began to control his temper over the next few weeks, and the number of nails he was hammering into the fence slowly decreased. He discovered it was easier to control his temper than to hammer those nails into the fence. Finally, the day came when the boy didn’t lose his temper at all. He told his father the news and the father suggested that the boy should now pull out a nail every day he kept his temper under control. The days passed and the young boy was finally able to tell his father that all the nails were gone. The father took his son by the hand and led him to the fence. ‘You have done well, my son, but look at the holes in the fence. The fence will never be the same. When you say things in anger, th

Tiwa was busy dividing up all the gifts she had bought all the way from Italy. She had been selected as one of 20 participants to represent Nigeria at the International Medical Conference in Milan to her utter delight and envy of her housemate and work buddies. She had spent a week in Milan and two more weeks travelling from Florence to Rome. She had only just gotten back yesterday, picked from the Airport by her brother, Kunle who although worked in Akure was in Lagos. She had managed to buy several things for everyone. She had gifts for her parents, brothers, some choice friends, for Fiyin and Amanda too. She hadn’t bothered to get anything for that selfish Imelda who hadn’t asked her where she was going or when she was returning. And when she had come back, the only thing she had said was, so, you are back. Well, yes, she was and she was going to lay all the stuff in the sitting room so Imelda could see everything properly and know where she had been although knowing her, she h

Femi could not hide her anger all throughout the weekend. That Dr Arowolo, he had insulted her one too many times. What had she ever done to deserve his insults? Now, he wanted to turn her into his play thing on top of everything else. She had been so mad, she had called Ronke to tell her everything and even told her aunt. Both of them were righteously furious on her behalf and her aunt even had plans to go to his house and set him straight. Femi was glad her Aunt did not know where he lived and she didn’t tell the woman where he worked too before she carried out her threat. Her aunt was fearsome when she felt her children could be hurt. On Monday, her aunt had armed her with pepper spray and warned her that if the “oloriburuku” tried anything, she should use it on his eyes. Femi left it in school though because she didn’t think Doctor Arowolo for all his evilness was actually violent. When she got there though, she experienced a strange pang of disappointment when she realised

Fiyin had been reading the same line of his medical journal for the past 3 minutes, he dropped the book and rubbed at his aching forehead. He wasn’t sleeping well at all. Since Monday, his dreams had been full of Femi and now, he couldn’t go anywhere without been reminded of her. He wasn’t even sure he liked her that much so he couldn’t understand this constant invasion of his dreams. Crazy woman had probably made some vegetable for him and he ate it without knowing or what else could explain the hunger that had suddenly started beneath his belt when she was close by, or the heartache he had felt when she had come in on Wednesday looking sad or the excitement he tried to supress when Amanda told him she broke up with her boyfriend. God help him, he had the Femi bacteria. Now, it was Friday and he wasn’t able to concentrate anymore because he knew that at this precise moment, Femi was back in his house teaching Amanda. And now, he wanted to be there, he wanted her to teach him some

Fiyin’s table was full of papers. It was a usual Monday with plenty of things to occupy him. An hour later, he looked up and realized it was 2:15pm. Oh, my God! He jumped out of his seat and grabbed his jacket and wallet, he had to be home before 3pm, he wanted to be there when Femi came in and he still wanted to stop to get her flowers and chocolate. I will never make it in time now, he thought dully as he ran out of his office toward the elevators “Dr Arowolo, Fiyin!” Tiwa shouted, coming from one of the operating rooms, wearing her scrubs. “Yes?” Fiyin called out, trying to be patient. “Can we talk?” She asked when she got to where he was. “I know I messed up on Saturday and I want to….” “No, Tiwa, don’t disturb yourself, it wasn’t a big deal.” He quickly assured her. “Yes, it was, you know it was, this could affect our budding relationship.” “Tiwa, nothing will spoil our friendship, I promise, okay?” He said as he pressed the button to open the elevator. “Still

Fiyin was having a miserable day. Actually, he was having a miserable week. After the fiasco with Femi at Cold stone on Saturday, he had called her that night but she hadn’t picked her calls. On Sunday, he had sent her a message apologising and she hadn’t replied. On Monday, he had roses delivered to his house for her but she hadn’t come. He had called her repeatedly after that and she hadn’t picked, he had eventually had to get in touch with Mrs Ingalam who told him Femi had gone for a  Teachers’ conference and was due to return on Friday. It made him angry that she hadn’t called him or told him about the conference. Yes, he paid the school for her services and they in turn paid her but he was to all intents and purposes, her employer. He had been tempted to tell Mrs Ingalam to tell her not to come back but he was scared that at this point, such a threat might prove too real. The way she felt about him now, she just might go and he didn’t want her to go. Yet. Now it was Thu

Tiwa’s week had started out great and it had progressively gotten better. The whole week, she did not lose any patients, she had no emergencies and 3 of her patients including Mr Salman got discharged. Even better, on Tuesday, Fiyin had asked her out again and they had gone on their third date just yesterday. She couldn’t help the tingly feeling being with him gave her. They had gone to the mall to see a Friday night movie and she had enjoyed the way women had turned around to stare at him. She had felt ecstatic that it was her hands he was holding and even though he had been distracted during the movie, he had made it up to her afterward. When he dropped her home, she had expected him to kiss her goodnight but he had only kissed her fingers and drove off after making sure she was safely inside her house. She could wait though, she had been waiting unconsciously for the better part of 3 years. Somewhere inside her, she had known that it was only a matter of time before Fiyin c

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