Tomorrow, The Medical association will officially classify Love as trauma As a psychosis trigger – As a suicide attempt – Never fall in love, they’ll say. The hospitals are filling with the lovelorn: Teenagers who have faced the gale smash Of the blunt force trauma that Love is And are spiralling – with overdriven hormones, Broken hearts … Continue reading Love as Trauma
CHILLING Sept 5,2003 11.54pm. The day began smoothly, I had just returned from a journey, and notified my concerned friend about my return. well, to be honest I was expecting his call any moment from mid-day times, and as usual he calls and comes around, that we may hang-out as we usually do. We … Continue reading Chilling
Join Stanley as he tells his story. Really speaking the beginning had seemed clouded with uncertainties. Survival is a must.
Visit to hospital, made me sad, Doctor is not my friend, He lies to me by omission, gives me false hope. Doctor is not my friend, I’m a specimen, for his seminar. Doctor is not my friend, I’m a chapter in his textbook. Doctor is not my friend, He locked his heart, from my pain. … Continue reading The Doctor is not my Friend
They were tardy and clumsy; my footsteps as I made my final descent from a hall of residence in College of Medicine, University of Lagos/LUTH, Idi-araba, a couple of months back. It was as if my limbs were soggy from the tearful downpour of a nostalgic heart. That ageless, indifferent tyrant, time, had yet again … Continue reading Idi Araba: When I Remember You…
“Hello Dayo, how are y…” “Modele, please you need to come over to the Cedar Sinai Hospital, the one at Ikoyi” he cuts in “What for? Is everything alright?” I asked “It’s urgent, please, I am with Debola. Do you know the place?” “Okay, I’m on my way, yeah I know the Hospital,” I hung … Continue reading On thin Ice (4)
(no pun intended) Disclaimer: all persons in this story are purely fictional, a work of the writer’s active imagination. Any semblance to any person, living or dead, friend or foe, is purely coincidental and should be treated as such. * * * * * * It was always my desire to become a medical doctor. … Continue reading The Story That Makes No Sense
The first thing I noticed was the dark room. I searched for the light switch assiduously, running both arms across the wall, until, pulp, I turned it on. I shielded my eyes from the glowing bulb with my hands. I looked around the room, trying to remember how I got there. I saw the comatose … Continue reading Reflections (1)
A gust of cold wind lapped onto his face. He inserted his determined hands into his jean trouser pockets. Then, he gazed at the panoply of panoramic lights crossing themselves out into a huge ambience of hues, even as the traffic lights on amber suggested to him the green light to act. Malta’s was just … Continue reading She Must Live! (2)
The honks from the taxi rose in a crescendo, causing a welter of pedestrians to move out of the way. Yes, they rose. And his heart was palpitating for his sister. His anxious eyes ran from her toes, the whole gamut of her twenty-three-year-old frame, to the golden weaves of her hair. She was of … Continue reading She Must Live! (1)