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.
Where did my body parts go?
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?
VILLAGE BELLE
Moraa had never stepped in a classroom to attain any level of literacy but she had been bred to fulfill her wifely duties from the moment she could grasp a cup.
When tables overturn
You take things for granted, consciously or subconsciously, till we cannot anymore because our mind cannot let us. Our mind cannot send signals to help interpret ubiquitous stimuli. At this point, you cannot take anything for granted because YOU JUST cannot. Your mind does not fathom how to. During my psychiatry rotation in my fourth… Continue reading When tables overturn
What makes a good father?
To all the fathers out there... The ones we have and those we've lost, we see you, we applaud you.
I’m I ready?
I looked ahead, in a slight stupor as I reflected on what the young woman in her early twenties seated beside me had said. It was worth mulling over on this promisingly long and torturous bus ride given that our bus had a reputation of being the slowest of the three. It had been a… Continue reading I’m I ready?
More wine, please!
She promises to tell you her story as if you were two strangers on a date and she does.
Book Review 003: The Man Eating Lions of Tsavo
You want to meet John Henry Patterson and pick his brain and talk about how the lion brushed his face with his paw and of his foolhardy plans that he never seemed to take note of until the man eating lion was taunting him in the dark on the seat in the tree you see above the moment to read the last word in this beautifully written book.
Book review: 002
The human heart beats
approximately 4,000 times per hour
and each pulse,
each throb,
each palpitation is a trophy,
engraved with the words
“You are still alive.”
You are still alive.
So act like it.
Why am I self sabotaging?
Would you believe me if I told you that in this moment, you're your only obstacle to a completely different life?
