Dear Crimson,

Phew! Today was my first day as an intern Medical laboratory scientist and as you would rightly guess, I was excited really about this new step in my life’s journey. Oops! Pardon my bad manners Crimson. I didn’t even exchange pleasantries with you. I am certain you are used to that already. Days like this, I am so glad you can’t talk. I have so much to say for both of us anyways. You have become so real to me that I almost always forget you are just a book- but you are certainly not like every other book, you are my book, my Crimson. I remember quite vividly the first day we met or rather the first day I met you. There you were lying on display on the bookshelf. You had a little bit of reddish glitter. I guess that’s what caught my eye. Anyways, almost immediately I decided that if you were ever going to have a name, it would be Crimson.

Well back to my day Crimson. I started today with of course a wonderful time with dad and by now Crimson when I write “dad” am sure you know I mean God. I am so grateful to him that I got this opportunity to be an intern. It is not a small thing to be get enrolled as an intern ooo! Can you recall the experience I had at the first internship exam I wrote? O! I didn’t write you about that right? My bad. Well Crimson here it goes.

I had always loved that hospital. It was my “dream hospital” for no particular reason at all just that I loved the city. When I heard that it was time for anticipating interns to tender their applications, I quickly applied. Don’t get me started on the application process Crimson. I had to travel all the way from here to the hospital about 2000km which cost roughly 4000 naira to and fro, “just to apply”. On getting there, the staffers were quite nice to me. One of them advised me to study hard. Once I do, I would get the internship. I went home dusted up my Monica Cheesbrough and started studying.

Fast forward, months later, I got an information that some of my classmates were invited for an interview after which successful candidates would be taken in as interns. Guess what Crimson? I no get the invite O! I felt so hurt. Some of my classmates did get the invitation via a text message from the hospital management. Crimson, Text message ko! Text message ni! I no get anything. I kept reminiscing about it in a keke on my way home from fellowship with the cool evening breeze rendering a soothing massage on my face. After some thoughts, I decided to hand it over to dad. He helps me handle disappointments a lot. I felt a sense of peace pierce through my troubled heart. I thanked him for that because I knew he would deny me of no good thing. I forgot all about it and decided to move on with the hope to apply at other places. My best friend didn’t get the invitation too so we decided not to go and disgrace ourselves there though some of my uninvited colleagues insisted on going without the invitation by the hospital management.

On the D-day of the examination, I woke up around past 7 (sleep sweet joor! After all if I wasn’t going to write the exam I might as well enjoy my sleep). Following some minutes of stretching on my bed, I woke up finally to some calls from my friends (a dear friend had called much earlier to know if I was still coming for the interview but I was sleeping) who were applicants in order to inform me that my name was on the list for the eligible candidates but somehow, I wasn’t notified. Can you believe that Crimson? I dressed up so quickly and headed to my parents office to inform them and get ego (money) then to the park. I know you must think I was crazy for doing that right? 1 mean the exam was scheduled for 8am and by few minutes to 8 I was still here in the city. Well I wasn’t crazy. I boarded that vehicle hoping that dad would do a miracle. Perhaps even reduce the time rate or make them begin the examinations so late. You guessed right Crimson, Superman daddy did it. I got to the venue around 10 am and the exam had just kicked off. I got into the hall looking somewhat lost. The invigilators were quite nice though a bit perturbed I came so late. My eyes locked with some of my classmates as I walked to my chair to write. I prayed for wisdom, like I always do for every examination.

We had only ten questions Crimson. It wasn’t until after the examination that my mind pondered on why ten seemingly easy questions would be a means of selecting qualified interns out of a large number of about three hundred or more interested candidates. I didn’t let myself get worried about it. Yet another thing I decided to give to daddy.


“Are you sure sir? Please check again” this was what I found myself saying over the phone during my conversation with one of the hospital administrators. The list for the eligible interns was out and I didn’t qualify. I called the hospital management just to be sure. “No your name isn’t there” was his reply. I thanked him. I was surprised he didn’t end the conversation earlier. I guess he must have sensed the desperation in my voice. I was hurt deeply again Crimson. When the list was finally published, only twelve candidates qualified out of not less than three hundred interested candidates. I know Crimson that’s crazy right? I wish they would refund me my money ooo! That was my ordeal Crimson. I never called back again. I just moved on. I have other “internship search” gist as well as “how my first day as an intern went gist” for you. However, I have got to go now Crimson, I am now a “working class madame” Hehehe. No more late nights with you Crimson, at least not tonight.

With love,

The anonymous intern.

Nice one, all d best!

Kindly come and continue your dairy @ OP, as an FYB MLS student, really want to learn from your experience before I start the internship hustle by next year when I graduate.