You Listened To Her, Now You Are Screwed.

In recent times, I have had cause to leaf through the pages of my old journals. Expectedly, this process sends me into deep thinking mode. The scribbles in those journals represents a lot. For the sake of this post though, I will be making a temporary call on ‘aborted pursuits’ because I listened to ‘her’….

What ‘Living’ In The Hospital Has Taught Me About Life.

I am writing this from a tiny cubicle in the ward of a hospital. From here, I can hear the shrills of a woman in a labor, the weary face of a nurse who is overworked and underpaid, I see relatives sleeping with their loved ones muttering prayers of healing under their breath, staring at…