Feeds Feeds No! “I can’t take this anymore. This is too much for me ”. This were the words spilling out of Bisi’s mouth as she scanned through the notice board.She has just failed the M.B.B.S part II exams for the third time. Since Bisi’s childhood days, she had always dreamt of becoming a doctor. She loved doctors! She loved the sight of them, the smell of them, everything about them. Seeing those (doctors) in their immaculate white ward coat, as she made her way to school every morning gave her copious joy that carried her through the day. There was this one time she had the privilege of having a one-on-one chat with the chief medical director of one of the hospitals in her neighborhood, during her school’s visit to the hospital; she was frenzied the whole time. She couldn’t stop talking about it. Bisi, on her part didn’t do badly. She was the best in her class and had bagged various awards for her excellent performance both in national and international competitions. Chief and Mrs Adebola; Bisi’s parents were indeed the proudest parents around. Bisi was the last of four children yet she showed a very high sense of responsibility. She became an object of reference for other parents who often pointed her out to their kids as someone to be emulated. By the time she finished from secondary school,she went ahead to take the Joint Admission and Matriculation Board (JAMB) exams. She passed it as usual and proceeded to attend the screening exams into the prestigious University of Ibadan.She emerged as the best student and she was granted scholarship to study Medicine and Surgery. Wow! Here she was.Her dreams of becoming a doctor was just a hair’s breath away.She was indeed excited.She worked tenaciously to make sure she came out best. She went to classes day in, day out. In the day,to attend lectures and at night (popularly called AWOKO or TILL DAY BREAK) to read her books. She never bothered making flamboyant hairstyles or even applying a make up. To her, all that was a complete waste of time. She was that serious! . In the third year of her stay in the university, tragedy struck. She took her final pre-clinical exams (popularly know as M.B.B.S ) for the first time and failed! . She was furious. “It can’t be! How could I ? . I have worked too hard to be hit by this kind of bad luck” She said. She complained and complained,but at the end she was calmed by her colleagues and was advised to concentrate on the re-sit exams. She took the re -sit exams reluctantly feeling she deserved better. But as if the god of failure had made a tent in her hostel room; she failed again! She was a psychological wreck knowing full well that she only had one last go at the exams.Her dreams of becoming a doctor were becoming bleak. She had to do something about her failing streak. She intensified her study and hardly even took a bath. Her forth coming exams became the subject of her nightmare. Even her so called friends and colleagues began to ridicule her. All these while,she had the backings of her family. They still had faith in her despite her recent misfortune. However, her dad’s patience began wearing thin. He couldn’t comprehend how his beloved daughter,the apple of his eyes had missed it. He had bluntly said he was disappointed in her to say the least. This really mounted pressure on her and put her at the brink of collapse.The time eventually came for her to write the exam and she did. The long awaited results of the re- sit exams was finally pasted on the notice board.Everyone who had taken the exams rushed to the notice board to check their results including Bisi. Lo and behold, Bisi had failed for the third time. This was the last straw that broke the Carmel’s back. She screamed and shouted “I can’t take it anymore. This is too much for me. No!!!!!!!!!!!!!! “. How was she going to break the news to her parents.Her whole world was crashing down in front of her and there was nothing she could do. The thought of leaving medical school sent chills down her spine. This is all she had lived for. She would probably die a day without it. Suddenly, a thought ran through her mind; “Yes! I am going to end it all”. She ran as fast as her legs could carry her to her hostel. She rushed into her room,grabbed her bag, took out some drug and popped out ten tablets. “This is it! I would rather kill myself than living one more day which in itself is death”. She threw the tablets into her mouth and soon afterwards fell to the ground. She felt life being snuffed out of her. Suddenly,she heard a voice “Honey! … Honey wake up”. The voice was familiar. It was her husband’s. “Sweetie you are gonna be late for work,” the voice said. She opened her eyes and saw her husband sitting by her. He has been shaking her vigorously for the past ten minutes. She got up, smiled and burst into uncontrollable laughter. Her husband kept on wondering why she had choose to laugh in that manner in the early hours of the morning. He smelled his breathe and said to her ” Honey, is everything OK ? Does my breathe stink that bad? ” . She then smiled and replied “Sweetie you won’t believe the dream i just had. Don’t worry i will tell you all about it when i get back from the office”. She rushed into the bathroom,prepared and hurried off to work. On arriving her workplace,she walked briskly into her office and shut the door behind her to reveal the inscription ” DR. ADEBOLA BISI,CONSULTANT GYNAECOLOGIST “.