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03/02/2026

SMART VS INTELLIGENT WHICH SURVIVES NIGERIAN SCHOOLS?
Let me tell you a story that will make you question everything about what our educational system actually rewards.
Picture this: Me. An Imo State boy. About to write an Igbo GS exam.
And here's the kicker—I didn't know Igbo.
I mean, I could catch a few words here and there. "Kedu." "Ndewo." The basics your grandmother forces you to respond to at family gatherings.
But write an exam in Igbo? Compose sentences? Answer questions? Interpret passages?
I was cooked. Finished. A fowl heading to the market on December 24th. 💀
But here's where it gets interesting.
Instead of panicking (okay, I panicked a little), I made a decision.
I was going to crack this exam like it was a code. And I had exactly two months to do it.
So here's what I did:
Every single day. Monday to Friday. One hour. No excuses.
I sat with a friend of mine—let's call her my Igbo sensei 😂—who knew the language inside out.
She'd read from the textbook. I'd listen. She'd explain. I'd absorb.
Word by word. Sentence by sentence. Like a child learning to speak all over again.
And at first? It was brutal.
The words felt foreign on my tongue. The grammar twisted my brain into knots. The meanings slipped through my fingers like water.
But I didn't stop.
By the second month, something shifted.
The words that once sounded like noise started forming patterns.
The sentences that confused me began making sense.
I could interpret. I could write. I could construct answers that looked right on paper.
The language was no longer my enemy. It was becoming my weapon.
And here's what I did that most people don't:
📖 I didn't just read the textbook cover to cover hoping something would stick.
I studied strategically. I identified patterns. I focused on what exams typically ask.
📝 I did practice questions. Lots of them.
Not to understand Igbo deeply. But to understand how to answer Igbo exam questions.
There's a difference. And that difference is everything.
📱 I weaponized my algorithm.
My Facebook? Igbo proverbs.
My TikTok? Igbo lessons.
My YouTube recommendations? Igbo conversations.
I surrounded myself with the language—not to master it, but to perform well in it.
Then exam day came.
I walked in. Wrote. Prayed. Walked out.
And when the results dropped?
I scored higher than my tutor.
The same person who taught me. The same person who knew Igbo fluently from birth. The same person who understood the language in ways I never would.
I—the guy who couldn't string together a proper Igbo sentence two months prior—outscored her.
She was shocked. Genuinely shocked. 😂
But I wasn't.
And here's why this story matters:
Because there's a difference between being smart and being intelligent.
And our educational system? It rewards the SMART ones. Every single time.
Let me break it down for you.

02/02/2026

Oya Take the Mic and Tell us why you suddenly feel sleepy when it's time to Read your books ?

01/02/2026

THE QUESTION EVERYONE KEEPS ASKING !

2 days ago i posted my 100L Results and my DM has been filled with 1 question .
"Sixtus, how do you study?"
Five words. A hundred different people. All asking the same thing.
And every time, I pause.
Not because I don't want to answer. But because the answer isn't what they're looking for.
They want a formula. A blueprint. A magic sequence of steps that guarantees success.
But what if I told you the secret isn't in the method—it's in the mirror?
Let me take you somewhere most people don't go: into the nights nobody sees.
The nights where I sat with books I didn't understand, staring at words that felt like foreign languages written by people who hated me.
The nights where sleep called my name like a siren song, but I stayed awake because mediocrity terrifies me more than exhaustion ever could.
The nights where I closed my eyes and whispered to myself: "You said you could do this. Now prove it."
That's where excellence lives. Not in the Instagram posts. Not in the motivational quotes. But in the unglamorous, unsexy, brutally honest moments where you choose discipline over comfort.
Here's what i want to tell you about studying:
It's not about how many hours you spend in the library. It's about how present you are in those hours.
You can sit with a book for 12 hours and learn nothing. Or you can give 4 hours of your soul and walk away transformed.
Quality devours quantity. Every single time.
So I stopped counting hours. I started counting moments of clarity. Moments where the concept clicked. Moments where confusion became understanding.
Those moments? They don't come from passive reading. They come from active warfare with the material.

Let me tell you what my study pattern actually looks like:
It's a conversation, not a lecture.
When I read, I don't just absorb. I interrogate.
Why does this matter?
How does this connect to what I already know?
If I had to explain this to my younger self, what would I say?
I turn every page into a dialogue. Every concept into a debate.
Because passive students memorize. Active students understand. And understanding? That's the difference between cramming for exams and actually learning for life.
It's lonely, but intentional.
Most of my studying happens in solitude.
Not because I don't value people. But because deep work demands deep silence.
The kind of silence where you can hear your own thoughts. Where distractions die. Where focus becomes sacred.
But I'm not a monk.
I study with people too—carefully chosen people. The ones who challenge me. The ones who fill my gaps. The ones who take learning as seriously as I do.
Not everyone deserves access to your focus. Choose wisely.
It's repetition, but not the way you think.
I don't read the same thing over and over hoping it sticks.
I teach what I've learned. To my mirror. To my roommates. To the walls if I have to.
Because if you can't explain it simply, you don't own it yet.
And then I wait. Days. Weeks. And I come back to it.
Spaced repetition—the art of revisiting knowledge at intervals, letting it sink deeper each time, like roots growing in soil.
This is how you move information from your short-term memory to your soul.
It's rest, without guilt.
Some days, I don't study at all.
And I've made peace with that.
Because your brain is not a machine. It's a garden. And gardens need rain and sunshine—work and rest.
So when I rest, I rest fully. When I work, I work fiercely.
No half-measures. No pretending to study while my mind is somewhere else.
Full presence or full absence. Nothing in between.
It's belief before evidence.
You want to know the real secret?
I believed I'd get a perfect GP before I had any proof.
Not arrogance. Not delusion.
Just stubborn, unreasonable, audacious faith.
Faith that carried me through exams I wasn't ready for. Through nights where doubt whispered louder than hope. Through moments where giving up felt easier than going on.
Belief is the seed. Discipline is the water. Results are the harvest.
But you have to plant the seed first—even when the ground looks too hard.

31/01/2026

MOTIVATION ISN'T NEEDED AS A STUDENT !!!!

Let me tell you about the morning I didn't want to study.
Actually, let me tell you about the hundreds of mornings I didn't want to study.
The mornings I woke up tired. The mornings my body ached. The mornings my friends were out having fun while I was staring at textbooks that seemed to mock me with their complexity.
The mornings where motivation was nowhere to be found.
And you want to know what I learned?
Motivation is a liar.
It shows up when you don't need it and disappears exactly when you do.
It whispers sweet promises in your ear: "You can do this! You're amazing! You've got this!"
And then the next morning? Silence. Nothing. Just you, your bed, and a thousand reasons why you should sleep in instead of showing up.
That's when I discovered the truth that changed everything:
Motivation gets you started. But discipline gets you finished.
Let me be honest with you about something:
I see the posts on social media. I see them every day.
"School na scam."
"Degrees don't matter anymore."
"Just learn a skill and make millions."
"These lecturers are wicked, this system is useless."
And I watch students—brilliant students—internalize these messages. I watch them give up on their education. I watch them coast through school, doing the bare minimum, believing the lie that their grades don't matter.
And then I watch them graduate. And struggle. And wonder why the opportunities aren't coming.
Here's what they don't tell you in those viral posts:
Education is not a scam. Mediocrity is.
Let me show you what I mean.

THE AVALANCHE OF OPPORTUNITIES YOU DON'T SEE (UNTIL YOUR GRADES ARE EXCELLENT)
When I achieved a perfect GP in my 100 level, something shifted.
Not because I was suddenly smarter than everyone else. Not because I was special.
But because excellence opens doors that mediocrity will never even see.
Suddenly, scholarships I didn't even apply for started reaching out to me.
Organizations I'd never heard of wanted to invest in my education.
Opportunities for research, internships, mentorship programs—things I didn't even know existed—started appearing.
Not because I went looking for them. But because my grades made me visible.
And here's the part that nobody talks about:
Those opportunities don't just give you money. They give you access.
Access to networks.
Access to mentors.
Access to rooms where decisions are made.
Access to people who can change the trajectory of your entire life with one introduction.
But you only get that access when you've proven you're serious.
And how do you prove you're serious?
Through your grades. Through your discipline. Through your willingness to sacrifice when everyone else is cutting corners.
Let me tell you what social media won't:
Yes, skills matter. Absolutely. I'm learning tech. I'm exploring stocks. I'm building things outside my degree.
But my degree gave me the foundation. My grades gave me the credibility. My discipline gave me the character to handle what came next.
You think investors want to fund someone who can't finish what they start?
You think companies want to hire someone who gave up on school because it was "too hard"?
You think mentors want to invest time in someone who only shows up when they feel like it?
No.
They want people who finish. People who persist. People who do the hard thing even when it's not.
Let me break down what discipline actually looks like:
Discipline is not sexy. It's not viral. It's not the stuff motivational posts are made of.

Discipline is:
✅ Studying even when you're tired
✅ Showing up even when you don't feel like it
✅ Doing the work even when no one's watching
✅ Choosing the library over the party—again
✅ Saying no to distractions even when they look really, really good
✅ Waking up before your alarm and getting started before your excuses wake up too
Discipline is doing what needs to be done, whether you feel like it or not.

29/01/2026

WHAT HAVE YOU REALLY KNOWN ?

Let me tell you about the roommate you think you know. The one whose alarm goes off every morning at 5 AM. The one who borrows your charger without asking. The one who laughs too loud, snores too much, talks about the same things over and over.
You see them every single day. Same room. Same space. Same routines.
And because of that familiarity , that closeness ! You've reduced them in your mind.
You've filed them away under "just my roommate." "Just my course mate." "Just someone I know."
But here's the truth that might shake you:
That person you see every day? The one you think you've figured out?
They might be bigger than you realize. And you're missing it.
Let me paint you a picture.
There's a guy in your lodge. You see him in the corridor. He nods at you. You nod back. Casual. Familiar. Routine.
You know his face. You know his room number. You know he's "that quiet guy" or "that guy who's always on his phone."
But do you know him?
Do you know that he's building a tech startup that could change lives?
Do you know that he has connections in places you're desperately trying to break into?
Do you know that he's one conversation away from becoming the bridge to the opportunity you've been praying for?
No.
Because familiarity has blinded you.
You've seen him so often that you stopped seeing him.
And that, my friend, is the trap.
Overfamiliarity breeds contempt. But worse 😔 , it breeds blindness.
When you see someone every day, you stop looking closely. You stop asking questions. You stop being curious.
You assume you know their story because you know their schedule.
You assume you know their value because you know their habits.
You assume you know their potential because you know their present.
And in doing so, you lose.

Let me tell you a story.
There was someone in my class. Someone I saw every day. We weren't close. Just… familiar. Surface-level greetings. Casual nods.
I had them all figured out in my head. "Average student. Quiet. Nothing special."
That's what I thought.
Until one day, someone else mentioned them. Talked about the work they were doing outside of school. The impact they were making. The doors they had access to.
And I sat there, stunned.
Because I had been standing next to gold and treating it like dust.
I had looked at them every day and seen nothing 😩because I wasn't looking. I was just glancing.
And that realization hit me like a punch to the chest:
How many people have I dismissed because I thought I knew them? How many opportunities have I lost because familiarity made me blind 😔.

Sometimes, the person who can open the door you've been knocking on is the same person you've been ignoring.
Sometimes, God hides gold in familiar faces to see if you're paying attention.
So here's my challenge to you:
Stop assuming. Start asking.

28/01/2026

WHERE DOES CONFIDENCE COME FROM?
(A LETTER TO THE VERSION OF ME THAT I DIDN'T KNOW YET)

I had just gotten admission into medical school. Fresh. Naive. Excited but terrified. Then one faithful
day something happened. My eldest brother pulled me aside and said:
"Sixtus, if you get all A's in 100 level, I'll give you 150,000 naira."
He was smiling. Half-joking, half-serious. Testing me, maybe. Seeing if I had what it took.
And you know what I did?
I laughed.
Not because the money didn't matter. Not because I didn't want it.
But because somewhere deep inside me past the fear, past the doubt, past every voice that had ever told me I wasn't enough I already believed I would do it.
I looked at him and said:
"Just keep the money aside. I'm getting a perfect GP in 100 level."
And I did.
Now, I'm in pre clinicals and when I look back at that moment !that audacious, ridiculous confidence I had as a 100-level student I smile.
Where did that confidence come from?
I wasn't the smartest in my class. I didn't have all the answers. I hadn't proven myself yet. So why was I so sure?
And then it hit me.
Confidence isn't about knowing you'll succeed. It's about believing you will even when the evidence isn't there yet.
Let me tell you what I've learned about confidence since that day:
1. Confidence is a conversation with yourself before the world gets a vote.
It's not arrogance. It's not delusion. It's not pretending you have it all figured out.
It's whispering to yourself in the dark: "I don't know how, but I will find a way."
It's deciding who you're going to be before life decides for you.
It's the quiet, stubborn belief that says: "I belong here. I deserve this. And I will rise to meet it."
2. Confidence doesn't wait for permission.
I didn't wait for my grades to prove I was capable before I believed it. I didn't wait for validation, applause, or external proof.
I decided I was capable. And then I worked like my decision was already fact.
That's the shift. That's the magic.
You don't build confidence by waiting to feel ready. You build it by moving before you are.
3. Confidence is knowing that even if you fall, you'll get back up.
Confidence isn't something you're born with. It's something you choose.
You choose it when you're terrified.
You choose it when the odds are stacked against you.
You choose it when no one else believes in you yet.
You choose it when your own mind is screaming that you're not enough.

My confidence wasn't in my ability alone. It was in something bigger.
It was in the belief that somehow, somewhere, God was with me. That I wasn't walking this path alone. That every step , stumbling or steady was leading me toward who I was meant to become.
So here's what I want to say to you ! yes, you, reading this right now:
You are capable of more than you know so start acting like it!

24/01/2026

A Unique Way Of Learning New Things !

So there I was, chilling with my best friend (yes, one of the ladies I mentioned before 😂), and I was reading something. You know that thing where you read and you're just absorbing everything? Yeah, that was me.
Then I remembered she had already read the same material. So naturally, I did what any annoying friend would do—I started firing questions at her.
"Wait, what did they say about this part?"
"How does this concept connect to that one?"
"Did you catch that detail on page whatever?"
And guys… she struggled. Like, properly struggled.
She looked at me with this mix of frustration and defeat and said, "Sixtus, I read and forget so easily. I don't know what's wrong with me."
Now here's where it gets interesting. I remembered her reading—fully focused, highlighter in hand, notes scattered everywhere—and I felt oppressed. Like, this girl is clearly putting in the work, so how is she forgetting?
But then it hit me.
Reading isn't the same as learning. And studying alone isn't always the answer.
So I did what I do best (and yes, I love doing this 😂)—I dished out loads of advice:
✅ "You need to teach what you're learning. Explain it to someone. Even if it's your pillow."
✅ When you are done reading you can take a blank paper and try to see how much you remember.
✅ "Stop highlighting everything. Your brain thinks it's all important, so nothing stands out."
✅ "Ask yourself questions while you read. Don't just absorb—interrogate the material."
✅ "And please, for the love of all that is holy, talk to people. Don't isolate yourself in that study bubble."
That last one? That's the real kicker.

We live in this culture where we think studying means locking yourself in a room, headphones on, world shut out, grinding in silence like some kind of academic monk. And yeah, focus is important. But so is connection.
Talking to someone—explaining what you've learned, asking questions, even just venting about what's confusing you—does something magical. It forces your brain to organize the chaos. It reveals the gaps you didn't know you had. It reminds you that you're not in this alone.
Isolation might feel productive, but connection is where real learning happens.

So if you're that person who studies alone, never asks for help, never discusses what you're learning with anyone… this is your sign to stop.
Find a study buddy. Join a group. Talk to a friend. Heck, explain what you're learning to your dog if you have to (they're great listeners, I hear 😂).
Because the goal isn't just to read. It's to retain. And retention loves conversation.
Quick question: Do you study better alone or with people? Drop a 🔥 for alone, a 💬 for with people—let's settle this once and for all.
And if you're struggling like my friend was, just know—you're not broken. You just might need to change your approach. And maybe… talk to someone about it.

22/01/2026

LET'S TALK ABOUT FRIENDSHIP IN MED SCHOOL—BECAUSE WE'RE GETTING IT WRONG.

We're so obsessed with surrounding ourselves with "academic beasts" and "distinction chiefs" that we forget something crucial: Your friends aren't just study partners. They're your lifeline.
Don't get me wrong—I respect the grind. I respect people who push themselves and excel. But here's what I've learned: The person who scores highest in your class might not be the person who shows up for you when life gets hard.
And med school? Life gets hard.

So before you choose your circle based purely on who has the best notes or the shiniest GPA, ask yourself these questions:
✅ Can this person carry me along? Or do they hoard knowledge like it's a competition?
✅ Are we compatible? Do we vibe beyond just talking about exams and disease pathways?
✅ When something goes wrong—when I fail, when I'm struggling, when I'm breaking down—how does this person react? Do they judge? Do they disappear? Or do they show up?
That last one? That's attitude. And attitude will sustain you longer than any group chat full of PDFs.
I've seen it happen too many times—people choosing friends based on academics alone, only to realize those "friends" ghost them the moment they're no longer useful. Or worse, they stick around but drain your peace, your confidence, your joy.
Here's my confession: My best friends in med school are two ladies and a guy. 😂 Shocking, right?
Not the people I expected. Not the loudest in class. Not even the ones topping every exam. But they're the ones who check on me. The ones who remind me I'm human when I forget. The ones who celebrate my wins and don't let me drown in my losses. The ones who make me better—not just academically, but as a The ones who send me scholarship links 😂, invite me to programs and outreaches 🥹.
That's what you need.
So yes, surround yourself with people who inspire you to work harder. But also surround yourself with people who remind you to rest, who lift you up when you fall, who see you as more than a medical student—as a whole, complicated, worthy human being.
Because when the grades fade, when the exams are over, when life throws you curveballs you didn't study for… it's the people with compassion, loyalty, and genuine love who will still be there.
Choose your friends wisely. Choose people who add to your life, not just your notes folder.
And if your best friends happen to be an unexpected mix? Even better. That means you chose heart over hype.

15/01/2026

THEY SOLD ME A DREAM 😔.

My Medical School Diary Entry 15/01/2026

So many of us dream of studying medicine because, on the surface, it looks perfect. You scroll through Instagram, see doctors in crisp white coats, stethoscopes slung over their shoulders, teeth sparkling, smiles wide, and you think: “That’s it. That’s the life. Respect. Money. Prestige. Influence.” I said the same thing before I even bought my JAMB form. I wanted it all—the glory, the title, the status.
But then after the euphoria of year 1 where perfect grades felt so normal 😂. Pre - clinicals hit me. And suddenly, I started noticing the parts of this journey that no one tells you about. The sleepless nights where your mind races with biochemistry reactions instead of rest. The days spent advising people to stay healthy while you yourself are surviving on stress, instant noodles, and coffee that has long lost its warmth. The relentless exams where effort doesn’t always translate to grades, and one wrong step can feel like the universe is laughing at you.
I remember nights I sat in the library, surrounded by mountains of books, my phone glowing like a tiny sun in a world that felt like it didn’t care. I’d think: Is this worth it? And yet, the very next morning, I was in class, trying to absorb knowledge that sometimes felt more like torture than growth.
And let’s talk about sacrifices—real sacrifices. Friends going out while you’re stuck revising physiology. Family gatherings you miss because an exam is tomorrow. Your own mental and physical health, quietly bleeding out as you push yourself to keep up. There’s a loneliness in medicine that’s not talked about, a constant balancing act between what you want and what you have to do.
We live in a world obsessed with appearances. Social media loves the polished version: smiling doctors, perfect outfits, motivational captions. But the real story—the messy, exhausting, vulnerable story—rarely makes it to the feed. And that’s the part I want to tell you. Because if you’re thinking about medicine, if you’re dreaming of wearing that coat, it’s not just about the prestige. It’s about what you’re willing to give up, about how much you’re willing to endure, about facing nights so long and days so heavy that even your own reflection looks tired.
Yet, here’s the twist: amidst the exhaustion, the chaos, the doubts, there’s magic. The magic of knowing that you can make a difference, even when your own world feels like it’s falling apart. The magic of growth you can’t get anywhere else. The magic of a title that, yes, carries respect, but more importantly, carries the power to change lives—including yours.
So, before you chase the coat, the stethoscope, the applause, pause. Look at yourself. Ask: Am I ready to embrace the unseen? Am I ready to love medicine not for what it looks like, but for what it demands from me—and gives back in ways I haven’t yet imagined?
Because the truth is… the journey will break you, shape you, and maybe even redefine you. And if you survive it, if you persevere, you’ll come out stronger, wiser, and maybe, just maybe, more alive than you ever thought possible.

12/01/2026

WAEC mock period is when you discover the truth about yourself.
Not because you didn’t read but because the questions they ask don’t care whether you read or not.
That morning, nobody was talking. Not because we were serious, but because everybody was calculating how much trouble they were in. Books were open, eyes were blank.
The teacher entered without greeting.
That alone was a bad sign.
She dropped her bag, sat down, flipped through the register, then said,
“Close your books.”
Some people laughed nervously.
Some people actually obeyed.
Then she pointed.
“You. Stand up.”
No warning. No preamble.
I stood up slowly. My chair made that loud scraping sound that attracts attention. I hated that chair.
She looked at me for a while. Not angry. Just observing. Like she was deciding where to start from.
“So… you people say you’re ready for WAEC.”
Nobody answered.
She nodded.
“Good.”
Then she turned back to me.
“Open your notebook.”
I opened it.
She shook her head.
“Close it.”
Ah.
She walked to the board, wrote something small — not a question, not a topic. Just a few numbers and symbols. Random looking.
Then she stepped aside.
“Explain that.”
I looked at the board.
It didn’t look like any past question I had seen.
It didn’t even look like something that should be explained.
The class was dead silent.
Somewhere behind me, someone sighed.
I tried to say something — anything — but nothing sounded correct in my head. Not even wrong. Just… nothing.
The teacher crossed her arms.
“Take your time.”
Time ke?
She looked at the class.
“This is why mock exists.”
Then she turned back to me.
“Start from wherever you understand.”
My mouth opened.
Nothing came out.
She waited.
Then she said something very calm. Very soft.
“Are you sure you’re writing WAEC this year?”
The class reacted quietly. That kind of sound students make when they don’t want to laugh but can’t help it.
My ears were hot.
My hand started sweating.
I took one step forward.
And that was when she said .....
TO BE CONTINUED 😁

11/01/2026

Life goes on and it moves fast , if you choose not to move you'll definitely be left behind.

10/01/2026

🔥 FINAL WHISTLE! 🇳🇬 SUPER EAGLES BEAT ALGERIA 2-0!
Osimhen and Akor Adams deliver the goals as Nigeria dominates and books a SEMIFINAL spot at AFCON! 🙌🏽✈️
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