Navigating through life's lessons
IV Once upon a time, my parents bought three kinds of newspapers. Everyday, when I’d get back from school, I’d find myself skimming through to read the latest episode of all those Terror Muda and co comics, or relationship drama/advice of the day. I was also particularly interested in horoscopes, not because I necessarily believedContinue reading IV
I signed my first death certificate last week. Actually, I ended up signing two, coz I guess when it rains, it pours. I’m not really sure how I felt; a friend of mine told me it was my official initiation into medicine, and was surprised that I hadn’t signed one since. It’s funny; but notContinue reading III
II I’m beginning to feel like my break was the end of a season. You know, like on all these podcasts and co. Welcome to season…2? Or something like that. It’s funny how I couldn’t get myself to pen down anything for the longest time, then one night, I just found myself typing away insteadContinue reading II
So I took a break. And it lasted longer than planned – a lot longer. But I guess I’m back. And hopefully, better. What happened in the interim? Well, I was reminded that I’m actually in a committed relationship with my personal space which is a luxury, given the profession I practice and all. ButContinue reading I
God never give you a problemthat you couldn’t solveJust be glad you gota roof on your headand some food in your bellyand some shoes on your feetand your body is healthyand the people who love you… Better days coming for me and you Better days by @Nvthy Funny story: I was searching for my resuméContinue reading Better days
A Leaked Satire on Nigerian Scandals It was in a dream, a fortnight ago, that I was temporarily wafted to a realm beyond this one, and there it was that these ethereal musings were made known to me. I immediately awoke to make it plain on paper (read scroll). I knew it was a dream,Continue reading Wade in the Water
I was probably 7 or 8 and in the prime of mischief. I remember getting into little issues with my momma every other month or so. On that particular morning, my mom had said I shouldn’t ride my bike; I was to stay indoors that day. I can’t remember the reason why I was atContinue reading I was a boy…
There’s something to be said about the parents of a hospitalized child.A couple of things, actually. There’s something endearing about the camaraderie forged between these parents steadily keeping vigil over their beloved babies, with Bibles and Qur’ans adorning the head of their beds, revealing marked verses and jotted prayers. Something about their dogged perseverance runningContinue reading A few things to say
TRIGGER WARNING . Time of death. That was the singular thought in my head as I moved the diaphragm of my stethoscope back and forth, cranking my ears in search of that evasive lub-dub, straining for anything, anything at all, even as I knew in my heart that that baby was gone – had beenContinue reading Sobered up
I’m rambling in the dark again. It’s silent, save the droning of the fan, a sound that fades into the still, dark night. A sound I’ve barely registered until now, when the usual chatter ebbs as even nightcrawlers take their rest, hoping to rise yet again for another day’s work, hoping their rest was sufficient.Continue reading RitD