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RIDDLE ME THIS

Riddle me this. Riddle me that. Let me share a riddle my sister told me today. Here it goes. A man and his son went on a road trip. Along the way, they had an accident. It was so bad that the man died on the spot. The son was seriously injured and rushed to a hospital. When they got there, the moment the doctor saw him, the doctor said, "He is my son. I cannot operate on him." Who is the doctor? *** At first I was confused. Like, the father died on the spot, so what do you mean the boy is the doctor’s son? Is the doctor a ghost? The boy’s father is obviously gone, so how is he related to the doctor? That was when it hit me. The doctor was a woman. The boy’s mother. Why did I not see this truth sitting plainly in front of me? Because of a stereotype that has unknowingly been sown into us. Be honest, when you hear the word Doctor, what picture comes to your mind? Let me guess. A man in white scrubs with a stethoscope around his neck, right? You see how certain things are sold t...

KEEP GOING KE?

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Sometimes when the going gets tough, the tough just needs a break to relax. Honestly, survival is like a full time job. It gets tiring and it hardly ever gets easier, we just keep swallowing a fist full of life every day like three square meals. The point is, cut yourself some slack. When the going gets tough, sometimes the tough needs pampering. Just a little cushion before the keep going continues. There is this tale my pastor always tells. It is a video of a toddler learning how to walk from crawling. The baby is on a sofa and wants to jump to the table close by. Between the sofa and the table are soft pillows, so each time the baby reaches for the table and misses it, the child lands safely among the pillows. With this advantage, the whole keep trying thing makes more sense right? Now imagine the baby doing this with no pillows. Each time the child fails, the baby would hit the ground and maybe even get hurt. So dearest reader, when the going gets tough, you sef don try. As you lan...

THE BALANCE.

"If there is no God, then everything is permitted." Dostoevsky said this. It is said that the human mind can rationalize anything to fit its goals. So if for any reason there is nothing to look up to, no eternal condemnation, no superior figure, no karma, then truly there would be no limit to the things people can do. The idea is simple. Many times, the reason we act decent is because we believe in something. We believe in a system that rewards or punishes. We all believe in something. For scientists, it is the law of action and reaction. They understand ripple effect and they think through consequences before they act. For Christians, it is the knowledge that God is watching. It shapes their actions and inactions. Being good becomes a posture they grow into. For others, it is consciousness. That gentle nudge that pricks them when they look away. Over time, it becomes part of who they are. Now imagine if none of these existed. A world with no cause and effect. A world with no...

GIST O'CLOCK

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Merry Sunday!! Story! Story! Story! So, yesterday I had a lot of clothes to wash. I washed and washed and washed. And I do this thing where I do not dry the clothes until I am done washing everything. That was how I finished washing and could not find space to dry all of them. Seeing that my neighbour did not wash, I quickly went over to their side to dry the rest that could not fit in our compound. Given that I am lazy, the moment I was done, I just collapsed to rest from such tedious activity. Next thing, I heard this woman sent her child to tell me to come and carry my clothes because she was washing and wanted to dry hers. Mehn I was so devastated. Because where I wan start from? Anyways, being pissed and all, I was already about to pack the clothes inside buckets and basins and boom, I got an idea. We had extra ropes, so why not create an extra line? And that was how I invented two new lines and moved my clothes. I was so proud of myself. The thought at that moment was...

GIST O'CLOCK

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Merry Sunday!! Story! Story! Story! So, yesterday I had a lot of clothes to wash. I washed and washed and washed. And I do this thing where I do not dry the clothes until I am done washing everything. That was how I finished washing and could not find space to dry all of them. Seeing that my neighbour did not wash, I quickly went over to their side to dry the rest that could not fit in our compound. Given that I am lazy, the moment I was done, I just collapsed to rest from such tedious activity. Next thing, I heard this woman sent her child to tell me to come and carry my clothes because she was washing and wanted to dry hers. Mehn I was so devastated. Because where I wan start from? Anyways, being pissed and all, I was already about to pack the clothes inside buckets and basins and boom, I got an idea. We had extra ropes, so why not create an extra line? And that was how I invented two new lines and moved my clothes. I was so proud of myself. The thought at that moment was...

T•I•R•E•D

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Relaxing after a hectic day, I had one random thought that made me laugh. I was laying there and it just came to me,  "I am what 'tired' is made of. If you tire pass me, your life don spoil". It felt like a good joke. **** T • I • R • E • D What does it really mean to be tired? For me, it is a word I have used too much over the years. I honestly cannot remember the last time I was not tired or exhausted. I even wake up tired on most days, and then force myself to exist. At this point, it is safe to say my natural state is tiredness. But truly, what does it mean to be tired? I am not sure I know. So let us find out. The English word tired comes from Old English teorian, meaning to fail, to become weak, to lose strength. It is also connected with old Germanic roots that describe draining out, growing weary, and running out of breath. The word ayef comes from the Hebrew root ayaf which means to be weary, faint, worn out, and drained in strength. In Scripture, it is used ...

MEMORY LANE...

A poet once wrote, "I praise memories for holding on to moments time would eventually let go of..." *** I came across this really old journal today, and truly it was heartwarming. How I could feel everything, how I could almost touch the girl I was when I wrote each piece. It was a kind of epic I honestly cannot explain. Naturally, I cannot remember these poems sef, but stumbling on them felt grand. Like a small trip across memory lane, and there I was, baptising in an ocean of happiness. A quiet joy. A kind of warmth only old words can give. Dearest reader, what is the one thing you are grateful that memories keep a record of? Moments are fleeting and can easily slip away in the hasteness of daily survival. Yet somehow, memories hold them carefully, like treasures we did not know we needed. Today, I am thankful for the pages that remind me of who I have been, who I am becoming, and the journey that still continues. @favvy_Okwans🖤.