… the doctor will see you soon
Say hello. Hello. I am at the bus terminal. Finally, I've received my posting for NYSC- the retrogressive and utterly stupid program for the service of the fatherland. I was posted to Sokoto. Yikes. I have been running helter skelter to see what I can do to ensure that I am redeployed as soon as …
The righteous shall flourish like the palm tree and grow like the cedars in Lebanon. The year was 1998. I was a little boy. I had learned to read the previous year and was consuming every written thing- scraps of newspaper, grocery lists, pamphlets, novels, Children's storybooks and doodle collections, The Bible, dictionaries even, with …
Yesterday was not what I would call a busy day. I am currently taking a break from working, to rest and prepare for the National Youth Service Corps orientation camp, coming up sometime soon. Never mind that there's no timetable out yet for the millions of us caught in Stream 2. No statement, no communicae, …
I remember asking myself this question almost a year ago, when I'd just started my rotation in internal medicine. Theoretically speaking, that was my strong suit. I had buzzed through and aced every single test in that department during my time in medical school. I had the mind for clinical reasoning, or so I thought. …
I have been missing in action. For a very long time. And I am very sorry for keeping this place dark and ghostly. My last post on this blog was over 2 months ago. I do not even know what to attribute it to. True, I have been busy,but then, I have also written when …
I am quite naive. Perhaps therein lies all my problems. Something happened this Easter. Something I'm now writing about with mixed feelings. I went to church throughout the Holy weekend- hurray! I'm still a christian- nominally at the worst. The denomination I attend hosts a program annually starting from Good Friday through Easter Sunday, some …
... or is it? Sometimes, scratch that, many times, I wish I were dumber. And I mean that literally. Many times, I feel like a higher than average intelligence is a burden too heavy to bear. You'd ask, how do you even know you're more intelligent than the average person? Well, I finished medical school …
The prose has refused to be written . This poem meanwhile, has been bubbling in my head all day. Since I can no longer ignore her pain and suffering, let me give her a mercy-killing. I hope it's worth the read. I understand I see it in your eyes I hear it in your voice …
I've been relatively inactive for some time now. So, as in such times of solitude, I have resorted to chewing the cud of memories and flashbacks from the past. I'm listening to music on my phone. My playlist has not grown by so much over the years though. Doesn't mean I don't keep up with …
I don't want to cry like this again over missed opportunities and unspoken words. Here and now, I will show you that I love you. No more hoping you'd understand, no more procrastination.
