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12/10/2025

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12/10/2025

Some people only believe in resuscitating what’s dying not maintaining what’s healthy.

They will never clap for peace, but they will gather quickly when chaos happens.

When they see a happy couple, they say,

It’s fake, they’re pretending.
But when they see a broken home,
Ah, I knew it! I said it!

It’s strange, is not it right?
How we have become a generation that finds comfort in pain, but discomfort in peace.

We scroll past love,
but pause for gossip.
We ignore healthy marriages,
but trend the ones falling apart.

That’s not maturity.
That’s not being realistic.
That’s trauma speaking through
experience.

Many people grew up around broken homes, loud arguments, and silent treatments.
So when they see a couple that actually respects each other it threatens what they’ve normalized.

But listenlet me tell you…
Not every marriage is on life support.
Not every couple is fighting behind closed doors.
Some homes are genuinely peaceful.
Some marriages are built on friendship, forgiveness, and understanding.

And yes, they argue. They disagree.
But they choose love every single day,
quietly, intentionally, and consistently.

Healthy marriages don’t trend,
because peace doesn’t make noise.
But peace is powerful.
Peace is healing.
Peace is the real goal.

If you ever find it, protect it.
Don’t let other people’s bitterness make you suspicious of your blessing.

Marriage is not an ICU case, stop waiting for it to collapse before you believe it existed.
Some of us are living proofs that love can still work.

I am

12/10/2025

Many new mums think the pain after a C-section ends once the wound starts healing. But days later, a new pain begins,
a headache so fierce, it feels like your skull is about to split open.

You lie down…it eases.
You sit up….it comes back with vengeance.
You try to stay strong for your baby, but even your tears have no strength left.

It’s not just stress.
It’s not bl00d pressure. And it’s definitely not spiritual attack.

It could be a post-spinal headache…a known complication after spinal anesthesia.

The pain can be so severe that it overshadows the joy of holding your baby for the first time.
But here is the good news…it is treatable.

Rest flat as much as possible.
Stay hydrated and take caffeine if permitted.
And most importantly, see your anesthetist… a simple bl00d patch can bring quick relief.

Dear new mum, you’ve carried enough pain. Don’t carry this one alone

I am De Wesley’s

12/10/2025

Today I drove my kids to church with their nanny and grandma.
When I got back home, I told myself, Finally, time to sleep like a baby.
You know that kind of sleep where your eyes are already closing, and the weather is just perfect?

Next thing… rain started falling with wind and thunder doing gbam gbam gbam!

Then it hit me…. one of my daughters is allergic to cold weather.
I was like, Should I go and pick her up? Or should just continue this sweet sleep?

As I was still debating with myself, boom! My phone rang.
It was their nanny

Auntie please come o, Australia is reacting to cold.

My sisters, if you see the speed I used to grab my car key eh, you will think I was an antelope in uniform.

That’s when it hit me again….motherhood is not for the weak.
It’s waking up when your body says no,
it’s showing up when your bed is begging you to stay,
it’s choosing love over comfort, every single time.

Motherhood is sacrifice…
And being there for them when they need you is the truest form of love.

12/10/2025

The Discharge Note Heaven Writes

Some people come to church with wounds no surgeon can stitch, grief, guilt, trauma, regret.
But there’s a healing note heaven writes “You are forgiven. You are whole.”
Today, step out of service knowing your discharge note reads Healed.

I am De Wesley’s

12/10/2025

Every time a spouse k!lls another, the world calls it sudden. But psychologists know it’s never sudden.

It’s years of silence.
Years of sleeping back-to-back, no words, no warmth.
Years of I’m fine when they’re clearly breaking.
Years of emotional bleeding that no one notices.

Then one morning, tr@gedy unfolds.

A husband who once held her hand now holds a weapon.
A wife who once smiled at him now lies lifeless.
And everyone says, We never saw it coming.

But if we are honest, the warning signs were always there…
the arguments, the distance, the emotional exhaustion no one wanted to face.

As medical professionals, we monitor bl00d pressure, oxygen levels, and heart rates daily.

But who checks the emotional vitals?
Who notices when someone’s mind is quietly crashing?
Who resuscitates the heart before it flatlines from pain?

If love hurts, seek healing.
If anger burns, seek help.
If trust breaks, step away.

Because no amount of revenge can undo regret. And once a home becomes a crime scene, everyone loses, even the innocent children.

It’s time we start treating emotional pain with the same urgency we treat physical wounds.
Because the mind needs ICU care too.

Before it becomes a crime scene, let it become a counseling session.

I am De Wesley’s

11/10/2025

Today, I felt this sharp, excruciating pain in my leg.
I tried to ignore it like every medical person does because, well, we’re used to managing pain, not admitting it.

Before I could even call anyone, my little girl ran up to me.
She looked at me with those curious eyes, placed her tiny hands on my leg, and said,

“Mummy, you will be fine. I will take care of you.”

She rubbed gently and waited, watching my face like a mini anesthetist checking for response.

And just like that, the pain didn’t feel so heavy anymore.

That moment hit me differently.
We spend years learning about pain pathways, receptors, and pharmacology…
But compassion?
That one is not in any textbook.
It’s born in the heart, and children seem to have the purest kind.

Sometimes, the best caregivers are the little ones watching us care for others.
They remind us that empathy heals faster than medicine ever will.

I am De Wesley’s

11/10/2025

They taught us how to save lives, but not how to live with the ones we couldn’t.

They teach you about drugs, doses, and diagnosis.
They teach you about the science of saving lives….how to interpret ECGs, calculate doses, and manage airways.
They teach you about pain…the one you can measure, treat, and chart.

But they don’t teach you about the other kind of pain, the one you carry in silence when you lose a patient you fought for.

They don’t teach you how to walk into a waiting room and tell a mother that her son didn’t make it.
How to hold her gaze when her knees give way, or what to do when she clings to your scrubs, begging you to check again.

They don’t teach you how to stand still when a father punches the wall, how to swallow the lump in your throat when you hear a child say, But Daddy promised to come home.

They don’t teach you how to carry silence on your shoulders… that heavy, haunting silence that follows every code blue,
when the monitors go quiet, and you realize that despite all your training, all your effort…
you couldn’t change the outcome. Chai!

They don’t teach you how to walk back to your station, wipe your eyes before anyone notices, and still have to attend to the next patient with the same calm voice.

Because in medicine, life and deeth share the same corridor.
You celebrate a successful surgery in one room, and in the next, you’re fighting to restart a fading heartbeat.

It humbles you. It reshapes you.
You stop boasting about saving lives…and start thanking God for every one that’s spared.

Over time, you realize that medicine is not just about science…
it’s about faith, compassion, and resilience.
It’s about showing up even when your heart is broken.
It’s about comforting others while quietly healing from your own unseen wounds.

Medicine humbles you..
not through failure,
but through moments that remind you how fragile life truly is.

So the next time you see an anesthetist… doctor or nurse with tired eyes,
remember this…behind that calm face lies a soul that has seen life at its most fragile,
and still chooses to show up, every single day.

I am De Wesley’s

11/10/2025

What many surgical patients don’t know is… that before your operation even begins, we use a tool called a laryngoscope not to scare you, but to secure your breath.
It helps us see your vocal cords clearly so we can place a tube that keeps your airway open while you sleep under anesthesia.

So while you’re under,someone is watching over your every breath.

Behind every calm surgery is a vigilant anesthetist, eyes on your airway, hands on your life.

11/10/2025

Have you noticed something?
Bearded men don’t shout. They just adjust their beard, smile slowly, and speak wisdom like village elders.

They’re calm, kind, and strangely responsible especially with their wives.
They open doors, carry babies, fix things around the house, cook meals and still find a way to whisper “babe, you’re beautiful” before bed.

Some people say it’s the beard oil. I say it’s divine sedation.
That beard acts like natural anesthesia, keeps them gentle, grounded, and emotionally stable.

No wonder their wives glow like post-op patients recovering under perfect anesthesia.
Peace. Care. Soft voice. No shouting.
Just love and maintenance therapy.

So if you see a bearded man holding his wife’s bag in public,
don’t mock him, he’s not under jazz.
He’s under the anesthesia of love and responsibility.

I am De Wesley’s

11/10/2025

In the operating room, even the best surgeon can’t do it alone.

There is a reason we call it a team.
The surgeon can’t focus if the scrub nurse is not ready.
The anesthetist can’t manage safely if the tech is not assisting.
Everyone plays a role, that is how lives are saved.

Now imagine trying to run an entire hospital alone.
Ridiculous, right?
That’s exactly what some men expect their wives to do at home.

Cooking, cleaning, washing, school runs, errands, Mekwe management…all in one shift, no off days, no support staff.
Then you still expect her to smile, look fine, and serve love like anesthesia every night?
Bro, be serious.

A patient under too much stress before surgery doesn’t respond well…. their vitals go wild.
It’s the same at home.
When your wife is overworked, her peace, joy, and energy become unstable.

Support her.
Hire help if you can.
Share the load if you can’t.

Because just like in medicine, delegation is not weakness….it’s wisdom.
And a calm home?
That is the best anesthesia for love.

No go kpai daughter of Jerusalem because of marriage Biko!

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10/10/2025

Some moments in the operating room change you forever.

You walk in, masked and focused, telling yourself it’s just another surgery.
You prepare the drugs, check the monitors, adjust the oxygen flow, everything feels routine.
Until your eyes land on that tiny hand lying motionless on the table.

So small.
So delicate.
Too tiny to hold a scalpel, yet powerful enough to hold your heart hostage.

You whisper to yourself… Stay calm. You’ve got this.
Because in pediatric anesthesia, it’s not just about the science… it’s about faith.
Faith that every breath you help them take brings them closer to tomorrow.

You squeeze the Ambu bag gently, watching the chest rise and fall.
Each breath feels sacred, a rhythm between life and uncertainty.

The surgeon works quietly. The scrub nurse adjusts the light.
And all around, there’s a silence filled with invisible prayers.

You’ve given adrenaline before. You’ve counted compressions.
But when the patient is a child, every second hits differently.

You’re no longer just fighting for vitals,
you’re fighting for birthdays that haven’t been celebrated,
for dreams that haven’t been dreamt,
for a future that deserves to unfold.

Then suddenly… the monitor beeps irregularly.
You glance up.
Time slows down.
Everyone in the room freezes for a heartbeat that feels like forever.

Adrenaline. Fluids. Prayers.
You do everything you’ve been trained to do perfectly, desperately, faithfully.

But sometimes… despite every effort, every protocol, every whispered plea…
the monitor flatlines.

And in that moment, the OR becomes the quietest place on earth.
No alarms. No talking.
Just stillness and the weight of a heartbreak too heavy for words.

You remove your gloves, and you realize
anesthesia can numb the body, but not the soul.
Because medicine teaches you how to save lives…
but it never teaches you how to handle the ones you couldn’t save.

So tonight, as I sit here replaying it all, I remind myself to be grateful for every steady heartbeat,
to cherish every child who wakes up smiling, and to never lose the humanity that medicine sometimes tries to take away.

If you’re reading this, please…
Be grateful for your health.
Pray for every child fighting for another tomorrow.
Remember that behind every surgical mask is a heart that feels, breaks, and still chooses to keep fighting.

Because in the end, it is not just anesthesia.
It’s compassion under pressure.
It’s love in sterile gloves.
It’s humanity fighting to keep the world breathing, one life at a time.

I am De Wesley’s

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