Doing Good to Others

In the course of my working career, particularly at the College of Medicine, University of Ibadan, I came across many people, bosses, professional colleagues, friends, casual acquaintances. What guided my relationship with all the people I came across or related with was the urge to do good to them not minding whether or not they reciprocated my goodwill to them. I always derived pleasure in doing things to the people as if I was doing them to God and not expecting rewards from man. When I cast back my mind to the innumerable number of people I had done good to not minding the sacrifice it caused me, I always have this inner peace that God had used me to impact their lives for good, particularly the lowly and hopeless.

While ruminating on the need to be good to others, my mind goes to some interventions in the lives of some distressed students of the UI College of Medicine and some outsiders God had laid it on my mind to help. As I can no longer remember their names, I will only mention some of these cases.

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I gave assistance to the son of a farmer who was about to be stopped from taking MBBS Part III examination. He claimed he could not travel to his hometown to collect his fees as it was just two days away to his examination. In particular, he claimed that on his arrival at home, his father would have to run around for loans from other farmers to pay his fees. There was a slim chance of getting the money needed in two days which was when his father was likely to have gathered the fees he owed. I decided to pay his fees to enable him to write the examination. After this good gesture, I was away on leave and returning home when the accident that took the life of my husband and left me seriously injured occurred. This student came to see me but people were prevented from visiting me because of the situation I was in. He left a message that he was the boy recently helped. I often wondered what would have happened to the career of the student if the Lord had not laid it on my mind to intervene in his case.

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There was another student, a son of a vulcanizer, who was not personally known to me. I assisted him into the medical school from which he graduated as a doctor and finished his residency training. If I had not intervened in his case, I wonder what would have been his fate in life.

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There was a depressed medical student who entered the medical school by direct entry with a second class upper division bachelor degree in biochemistry. By his second year, he was not doing well and was so sick that he was admitted. After he was discharged, he still could not cope with his studies. I talked to him and advised him and gave him some financial assistance as well as some domestic items. I followed up on his academic progress because of his good entrance qualification. I never gave up on him. Then, I was on leave, but when I returned, I learnt he would often come to the Administrative Building to demand for his certificate when he had not finished his course. Fortunately, when I returned from leave and heard that he was shouting as he always did, I asked that he should be told that I had returned. He came into my office. As a precaution, I left my door fully opened with my secretary nearby. The security were there too. I told him that it was true he had been in the medical school for a while but that he needed to finish. I calmed him down and told him he would finish. I reminded him how he made 2nd Class Upper before he got into the medical school. At the end of our discussion, he had calmed down. He left in the company of his friend, a nurse. Thereafter, I regularly sent groceries to him. One day, he came in to see me in company of State Hospital officials on his entourage. I learnt he is working there. He got married to the nurse friend and they have three children. This positive side to his story brought tears of joy to my eyes and the thought that if I had not shown concern and encouraged him during his hour of need, his story may have been different.

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One day, an indigent dental student knocked on the door of my temporary office in Alexander Brown Hall where I voluntarily spared two hours after the close of work as a counsellor to any student who needed help. He came in and told me his plight. I offered him assistance which was not sufficient for his sustenance. His main sustenance was from a motor cycle he procured on loan. He got someone to run it for him but it did not yield enough. He therefore decided to do the business of riding the machine himself. After lectures and clinic hours, he would take the motorcycle to U.I campus and run trips to make money for his sustenance. In the evening, he would return to his room to get ready for the following day. He graduated. During his internship, he came to inform me that he would like to go for further training abroad. I was thinking that he had just crossed a huddle and was already desiring this tall dream. We both prayed about it. Lo and behold, he went for a British visa interview for a single entry visa but he so impressed the interviewer that he voluntarily decided to give him a multiple visa and asked him if he had money to pay for the multiple visa. He had extra money in his pocket because he had planned to go to the spare parts market after the interview to buy the needed parts for his bus which runs on the campus. This enabled him to have enough money to pay for the multiple visa. He completed his residency and is practicing as a Consultant in UK. I was privileged to see him in his practice.

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During a MBBS Part III (Paediatrics and Obstetrics and Gynaecology) examination, four students claimed that their examination forms were not signed. I intervened by getting in touch with Departmental Secretary of O & G on why only two of the four forms were later signed. I was not given any concrete reason. Attempts to get in touch with the Head of Department on Thursday and Friday prior to Monday, the day of examination failed. I advised the two students to keep on reading for the examination and that the issue would be resolved. On Monday morning, the day of the examination, the two students were waiting at the lobby of the College of Medicine Building. Immediately they saw me, they followed me to my office in the faculty and told me that the Departmental Secretary had said that “no Jupiter” can let them write the examination. I said I was not asking “Jupiter” but God. By faith, I included their names on the candidates' list and ordered their names to be pasted on the desk like the other candidates at the Paul Hendrickson Lecture Theatre, the examination venue. I went down the stairs from my office with them to the examination venue hoping/aiming to see the Head of Department. By the time I took some steps, I remembered that I did not pray. I told them we had to go back to my office where I closed my door and said a short prayer. At the end of the prayer, one of the two students said amen while the other one kept quiet. I met the HOD who was walking towards the examination venue. I told him about the two students that the Departmental Secretary said were not going to write the examination because only the names of two of them had been forwarded from the department as addition. He replied that if I said they can, then they should. The students heard this and ran to the venue to take their seats. They both wrote the examination with other candidates and passed. They were so happy. It was then they said “you are like an angel. You said you had to go back to the office and we saw what you did, you just prayed not holding anything after you said you forgot to pray before going downstairs to the venue.” The one who kept quiet said he was a Muslim. He was willing to become a Christian after graduation. He claimed he could not change his religion immediately as his parents would not pay his school fees. His soul was won by just dedication and compassion. Actions and not just words can win souls. When sacrificing, I was more concerned about the welfare and progress of our students, not their religion or tribe.

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There was also this case of a food caterer in the College. My mind told me to approach her when I got to know that she was widowed. I asked her if she had any child that had completed secondary school so I could get the child a clerical job. She said yes, but she had planned to send him to learn to become a mechanic. However, she sent him to show me his WAEC result only for me to discover that he got 'F' in all the subjects he wrote including Yoruba language. The staff who was to process his paper told me, “This your candidate, which language can we speak to him as he even he failed Yoruba language or did you want us to speak Greek or Latin to him when he could not pass English language or even Yoruba?” I was embarrassed but suggested that he could be appointed as a Clerical Assistant all because I wanted him to earn a living to ease her mother's burden.

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Another intervention was that of a brother to my Senior Typist in the College. Her brother came to her often and in the process I got to know he had been looking for a job for a long while. He studied agriculture which made it more difficult to accommodate him in the administrative set up that we were in. I decided to take him to the University Agriculture Farm where I made some contacts. In short, the Director of the farm accorded me a listening ear and offered him a job. He told me that there was never a day when he got to his office without praying for me for getting him a job.

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A staff in the Correspondence Section of the Bursary Department of the University approached me that he had someone who had been looking for a job for years. I eventually got him employed in our office with the proviso that he had to prove that he was diligent and hardworking, especially since it was the Bursar's Office which was a very busy place. He tried his best and later applied for a post in IITA. I helped him. It was a good thing he had started with us as it was a stepping stone and an experience he could cite. He eventually got the job and was doing well though I have not heard from him for years.

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There was a gardener from our hometown, Ise (my husband's hometown). I pitied him when we visited the village and I suggested we take him to Ibadan to become our gardener and replace him with an older one from the village. One day, our children had finished their home lesson with their teacher, he then wrote on the board with the chalk. When I got out of the house, I saw what was written. I then asked him; he told me that he wrote what was on the board. I was shocked. He told me he had finished secondary school and when I then asked him for his certificate, he said he had none as he was owing his school some amount of money. It was on further interrogation that I realized he had no father and he was the only child of his mother. As early as possible I gave him money for transportation and the amount he was owing as school fees. When he returned, I saw that he passed some subjects but the only position available was that of a messenger. I was eager to get him a job instead of having him as our gardener. I gave him the condition that he had to send some money to his mother in the village once in a while.

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I also got a job for a relative of a staff in the finance section of the College Office. He was offered a clerical job and had since risen through the rank.

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There was to be an interview and I realized that one of the applicants was not informed because he could not be traced. I was instrumental in finding him out. He passed the interview and got the job. I later learnt that he was a good worker and was posted to work in the Chief Executive's office. Later, he was found to be also good in sports so much that he won a medal at a sporting event.

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There was also a driver who was looking for a job but could not produce his credentials. He could not be offered the job without a certificate. He was very sad about this. I eventually went out of my way to go to the Ministry of Education to explore the possibility of tracing his certificates. It was an ordeal but with favor and grace from God, I was able to get it out after many visits to the ministry. He was then offered the job. However, he was moved from my section. That is life. I scarcely come across him afterwards though. Whatever one does it is unto God. He knows how to compensate one in one way or the other.

I have related the selected instances above where God used me to impact the lives of people known and mostly unknown to me not to glorify myself, but to show the need for people in position to help other whenever the need arises. It is not for gain or popularity, but to help fellow human beings knowing full well that it is only God and not man that rewards. Such actions also gives satisfaction.

Generation of Funds for Certification of Letters from Alumni Abroad

In 1990/91, when I became the Faculty Officer in the Faculty of Clinical Sciences and Dentistry, I realized that a lot of money was needed for stationery and postage for services rendered. There was also a backlog of letters awaiting action because there were no funds to meet up with this services, bearing in mind the importance of these requests for certification of letters from abroad for alumni. I introduced the idea of fund generation with regards to charging fees for requests from alumni abroad. Both the Faculties and the College of Medicine later adopted this and to date, and continue to generate a lot of revenue for the service. This was an influence from the result of my research findings for my dissertation on the need to generate funds to subsidize whatever was received from government.

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