2008, was the year it all started, young chaps, intelligent and vibrant all met at a new land many were not so willing to stay back in, all with eye set on ‘the promised land'(LASUCOM) they had never set foot on, it was a struggle of over 1000 students. When we finally arrived the shores of the Lagos State University College of Medicine (LASUCOM) , Ikeja, it was like we had gotten a taste of heaven, we had fought and won a grueling academic battle.


We actually believed we were the favored 10 who God had suddenly carved out dentistry for as the earlier promised 15 slots only was already filled by our medical counterparts, we never knew the name of the mammoth mountain that was before us, we had this inner peace, we were free, tabulae rasae, neonates who had no irk of understanding of the word ”ACCREDITATION”, we jumped from pillar to post as every other medical student did, attended every class, wrote every incourse (failed some passed some) but were awaken on that ugly Friday to our 1st professional exams scheduled to start the next Monday (2 days to the exams).
The school management, headed by the then provost met us and told us, that we would not be joining our medical counterparts in the exams on Monday because we did not have the word; ”ACCREDITATION” it was a shocker many have not still recovered from, dreams lost, hopes shattered, imagine the stress of gruelling preparation for a professional exam, the first for that matter.

Days rolled into months and months to over a year, we wrote letters, we fought, our parents fought and we finally in late 2012 got the first accreditation and we wrote our first professional exams with the class directly below us, we never joined our medical counterparts again till date, except for one that is worth mentioning just weeks after they had finished the exams we were asked to join them by our faculty for the path and pharm classes, while we tarry for the accreditation, to our greatest surprise we were asked to standup for recognition in the class and then asked to leave the class and go back to our parents by the then VC cum pathologist we all had tears of shame and sorrows on our cheeks, indelible marks of deep seated pain dented our hearts as we saw the doors of our future shutting down before our very eyes, many lost hope, 2 of us immediately left the school, but we the remaining 8 have been gallant.

Ever since that day, we have been engaging the VC, provosts after provosts, deans after deans, tenures after tenures on the need to make plans and act for the final accreditation.