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Ademola Adeyeye

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Senior Surgical Research &Doctoral Fellow in Colorectal Surgery at King’s College London. MSc,FRCS(England), FRCS (Edinburgh), FACS, FEBS, FMAS, FWACS, PGDE

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Certifications are like flags; go get them! They showcase and highlight you among your peers and put you in the spotlight. It’s just a matter of time before people and organizations that matter will come looking for you. But in all your getting, remember to add competency and character. Those 3 Cs : Certification, Competency and Character are the quintessential triad that will take you places in your career. Life is about making Choices and taking Chances so as to see the Changes you desire in your Circumstances. I am grateful to the The Royal College of Surgeons of Edinburgh for the invitation to be a fellow of this illustrious college, the oldest surgical corporation in the world (established in 1505!). Thank you for recognizing my achievements (Certifications, Competence, Character) and using this as a yardstick of acceptance. I was humbled to be the only one in this category at the ceremony as I know that your criteria for this is very stringent. My time in Scotland has made me proud of this institution.The strong Oak of the Royal College of Surgeons of Edinburgh, though rooted in the past, has strong branches into a technological savvy and innovative future. I am grateful to the Almighty, my loving wife Dr Yemisi Adeyeye , my family, friends, teachers, colleagues, clerics, patients and so many others too numerous to mention. They have helped me make the right choices and seize the right chances(&opportunities), in order to make the changes that have propelled me to lofty heights in my career. I need to specifically mention Dr Ali Babata of University of Ilorin, Nigeria. He was the first FRCSEd I ever knew. He taught me surgery in Nigeria and has continued to follow my career with keen interest, giving me his journals and Surgical resources from the college over the years. Thank you sir for sowing those seeds of sacrifice. They are definitely bearing fruit. To stand in the hallowed halls of the college and receive my certificate after numerous mind boggling exams, just like you did many decades ago, is a dream come true. To someone out there, keep getting the necessary certifications. It’s just a matter of time before you too will be celebrated. Some of you know my story. These things are achievable and not far fetched. Let’s keep inspiring each other ✌️

Certifications are like flags; go get them! They showcase and highlight you among your peers and put you in the spotlight. It’s just a matter of time before people and organizations that matter will come looking for you. But in all your getting, remember to add competency and character. Those 3 Cs : Certification, Competency and Character are the quintessential triad that will take you places in your career. Life is about making Choices and taking Chances so as to see the Changes you desire in your Circumstances. I am grateful to the The Royal College of Surgeons of Edinburgh for the invitation to be a fellow of this illustrious college, the oldest surgical corporation in the world (established in 1505!). Thank you for recognizing my achievements (Certifications, Competence, Character) and using this as a yardstick of acceptance. I was humbled to be the only one in this category at the ceremony as I know that your criteria for this is very stringent. My time in Scotland has made me proud of this institution.The strong Oak of the Royal College of Surgeons of Edinburgh, though rooted in the past, has strong branches into a technological savvy and innovative future. I am grateful to the Almighty, my loving wife Dr Yemisi Adeyeye , my family, friends, teachers, colleagues, clerics, patients and so many others too numerous to mention. They have helped me make the right choices and seize the right chances(&opportunities), in order to make the changes that have propelled me to lofty heights in my career. I need to specifically mention Dr Ali Babata of University of Ilorin, Nigeria. He was the first FRCSEd I ever knew. He taught me surgery in Nigeria and has continued to follow my career with keen interest, giving me his journals and Surgical resources from the college over the years. Thank you sir for sowing those seeds of sacrifice. They are definitely bearing fruit. To stand in the hallowed halls of the college and receive my certificate after numerous mind boggling exams, just like you did many decades ago, is a dream come true. To someone out there, keep getting the necessary certifications. It’s just a matter of time before you too will be celebrated. Some of you know my story. These things are achievable and not far fetched. Let’s keep inspiring each other ✌️

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It’s Friday 8th March 2024. As I walk into London’s iconic Westminster Hall for the graduation ceremony of Masters in Clinical Trials London School of Hygiene & Tropical Medicine , I count myself privileged to have my lovely wife Dr Yemisi Adeyeye and our daughter,Adesewa in my company. The master of ceremonies starts by reminding us that the date is international women’s day. I wished in my mind that my late mum was alive to see this. She sacrificed a commonwealth scholarship towards a Masters in the UK,just to make sure her kids were fine in a time family crisis. A crisis which cost her health. Indeed many mothers in our dear country 🇳🇬 (and across the world) continue to make untold sacrifices in the face of socioeconomic uncertainty. She was so excited about my Masters program but alas, faith would not allow her experience the joy of my graduation. As I take my seat with my colleagues in the front rows, I recollect other memories of her….. She home-schooled me as soon as I could hold a pen; while still in diapers. She ensured that I didn't have to go through nursery class ,even though my school had insisted. I had to write the promotion exam to primary 1 in my first week in Nursery school just to prove my case. She made sure I left primary school in class 4 after coaching me on the common entrance exams for secondary schools, while still in Primary 3. She always made sure I came top of my class in every exam and was sorely disappointed when I came 2nd in my final exam in primary 4 (by one mark). Safe to say she wasn’t amused when I told her to relax since I already had 6 offers for admission into secondary school! She felt I took my feet off the academic pedal. She even taught me, as an adult, how to drive my first car,a manual gear exchange Toyota. I still wonder why I bought that model;it was so stressful! She kept encouraging me to be the best I could ever be. To go to the places she could never go (even though she had an excellent academic knowledge of the world through her career as a geography teacher). To achieve the things she aspired to but could not accomplish because of the unfair cards she was dealt with. She raised me to be humble,kind,courteous,hardworking,easy going and gentlemanly. The only time she beat me was when I almost drowned after disobeying her instruction not to go swimming with friends. I now know that she caned me more out of fear of loosing me. I smile as I remember the tears… I wipe a tear off my face when my faculty is brought up the stage. As my name is called, I quietly say out her name and walk the podium. The steps I take on the stage were in her memory, a fitting tribute to the sacrifices she made over the years. Rest in Peace Mum; your legacy lives on and your foot prints in the sands of time will not be forgotten. Let’s all continue to honor the women who inspire us✌️

It’s Friday 8th March 2024. As I walk into London’s iconic Westminster Hall for the graduation ceremony of Masters in Clinical Trials London School of Hygiene & Tropical Medicine , I count myself privileged to have my lovely wife Dr Yemisi Adeyeye and our daughter,Adesewa in my company. The master of ceremonies starts by reminding us that the date is international women’s day. I wished in my mind that my late mum was alive to see this. She sacrificed a commonwealth scholarship towards a Masters in the UK,just to make sure her kids were fine in a time family crisis. A crisis which cost her health. Indeed many mothers in our dear country 🇳🇬 (and across the world) continue to make untold sacrifices in the face of socioeconomic uncertainty. She was so excited about my Masters program but alas, faith would not allow her experience the joy of my graduation. As I take my seat with my colleagues in the front rows, I recollect other memories of her….. She home-schooled me as soon as I could hold a pen; while still in diapers. She ensured that I didn't have to go through nursery class ,even though my school had insisted. I had to write the promotion exam to primary 1 in my first week in Nursery school just to prove my case. She made sure I left primary school in class 4 after coaching me on the common entrance exams for secondary schools, while still in Primary 3. She always made sure I came top of my class in every exam and was sorely disappointed when I came 2nd in my final exam in primary 4 (by one mark). Safe to say she wasn’t amused when I told her to relax since I already had 6 offers for admission into secondary school! She felt I took my feet off the academic pedal. She even taught me, as an adult, how to drive my first car,a manual gear exchange Toyota. I still wonder why I bought that model;it was so stressful! She kept encouraging me to be the best I could ever be. To go to the places she could never go (even though she had an excellent academic knowledge of the world through her career as a geography teacher). To achieve the things she aspired to but could not accomplish because of the unfair cards she was dealt with. She raised me to be humble,kind,courteous,hardworking,easy going and gentlemanly. The only time she beat me was when I almost drowned after disobeying her instruction not to go swimming with friends. I now know that she caned me more out of fear of loosing me. I smile as I remember the tears… I wipe a tear off my face when my faculty is brought up the stage. As my name is called, I quietly say out her name and walk the podium. The steps I take on the stage were in her memory, a fitting tribute to the sacrifices she made over the years. Rest in Peace Mum; your legacy lives on and your foot prints in the sands of time will not be forgotten. Let’s all continue to honor the women who inspire us✌️

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