<h1 style="color:brown;">The Life Of My part 1</h1>

My name is My. I guess that's just the abbreviation for Mymo which means... Fine, I'll be honest. I don't know why but my name is My.

Sadly, I happen to be a 200 level Medical student. Truth be told I don't give a fuck about saving lives or chilling with the dead and cleaning wounds till I'm old and grey neither do I care about sitting in classrooms for a thousand years before graduating and start earning about two hundred thousand naira a month after working endlessly night and day... but I am a medical student.

Fast forward ...

It's a cold night. If you have ever been in Nigeria during the harmattan you would understand how cold. It feels like it's below 10°C but I guess I would be dead if it was really so cold. I'm standing at the front of the gate of Irrua Specialist Teaching Hospital ... far away from the College of Medicine, where I am supposed to be.

I check my watch, 11:15pm.
I look into my wallet, one dirty old five hundred naira stared back at me.
I could almost hear it brag...
"You are lucky to have me"

Tachycardia.
Every single second I have palpitations. Sometimes I feel like my heart is trying to free itself from this cage called my chest cavity. My hands are sweaty in the cold. I can't sleep, I can't eat.I can't think straight nowadays.

This is not the time to let fear consume you My.
I tell myself.
Fear is your worst enemy.
You have exams in three weeks My.
You cannot handle a mental breakdown.

Now I'm not scared of the fact that it is almost midnight and I am standing alone on the road in another town,
I am scared of failing my exam...

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The life of My PART 2