He was twenty ‘n’ five- that is, when he first spoke;
Those words which were the emblem of fervency
His exact words?
‘Life challenges like a mirage;
Face them headlong
Running towards them and they disappear’
The philologist in me is tempted,
Tempted to unravel the mystery of his quoted phrase oh so critically,
They hold unscalded truth, so really can I?
Twenty ‘n’ five we are, when we make choices;
Choosing our paths: stepping into those paths ridden with footsteps of pioneering warriors,
Or driven by dissatisfaction, we forge ours in fire.
Twenty ‘n’ five, is golden.
Week 2 Message to the Pre-Intern: don’t lose hope! Week 2, for me, was 2 months post-induction. This was when the wait began to sink in. You mean I’ve been home for two whole months? By now, I was literally chewing on my fingernails. Don’t get me wrong, I wasn’t scared of getting a space, but I certainly wasn’t confident about any place anymore. That is when I began to write this book. Today is the 12th of September and I sit at the dining table in my parents’ house, typing at 11:27pm (because well, I have an editing job to finish up, but mostly because I don’t have to go anywhere tomorrow morning). If I don’t want to, I don’t even have to take a bath tomorrow morning because well, I can stay indoors all day! (I most likely will stay indoors, except for those few minutes when I step out to buy hot akara for my akamu). I am spent. You know, I have applied to a couple of places now. Let me start with the first: LS Health Service Commission At the State Health servic...
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