Being in medical school is like taking a walk in the park. Except you're not walking, you're running and there's a monster chasing you and the park is on fire and you're on fire and welcome to hell!
Depression, will you ever leave?
more often than not, these mental illnesses scream rather than mumble. Suicide is not the answer. Let's not wait for the screams...
DUPED IN THE SEARCH OF A COMFORTABLE LIFE
A guest post by Randy Charles He stood there knocking on the door for quite a while before realizing that the door shutter was actually unlocked. This was at Kamaus', a friend he had met a while back at his barber shop. Stepping inside, he was welcomed into an unoccupied room with completely no sign… Continue reading DUPED IN THE SEARCH OF A COMFORTABLE LIFE
Have you ever been slapped?
A sharp, dull pain shot through the right side of my forehead. My eyes lazily shot open as my mind tried to find its bearing. I looked around disoriented. What time was it? I silently wondered as my eyes threatened to shut tight again. I honestly could not keep them open without having to literally… Continue reading Have you ever been slapped?
Serendipity
When i walked in the lane of sequoias,I breathed in fully one time & sent two thousand prayers to the wind to save us from the pain of before
Feliz cumpleaños
The words slipped off the bed and emptied on to the floor like powder
Ng’iya
we sprinted over rocks, our school being on a hill, it was rocky,for years without breaking our teeth or limbs.
The danger of a single story
Tell the stories of our continent, our beautiful and inviting traditions not forgetting those that have held us back like yokes around our necks.
Where did my body parts go?
Imagine someone chopping off all or part of your nose, yes, chopping not cutting, because it would make you want cake less because you won’t be able to smell its inviting aroma anymore.
DEATH IS PAIN
We mourn for the dead today, go to sleep and wake up unbothered. I pray you choose a different path. Choose to remember. Choose to live and not to survive because after you’re gone, after we throw the last soil onto your grave, will you live forever in our hearts and minds or return to dust and are gone forever? Forgotten?
