I realized I had no choice but to prepare myself mentally and emotionally for surgery. This was far from easy as images from the past filled my mind...
15 years without his smile, 15 years without his voice, 15 years without his hugs...
Many months ago I suffered a mental illness which the doctors termed as Post-partum Psychosis. This term according to Wikipedia, is ‘a term that covers a group of mental illnesses with the sudden onset of psychotic symptoms following childbirth’. ‘A typical example is for a woman to become irritable, have extreme mood swings and hallucinations, and possibly... Continue Reading →
He was a good friend, he was always there. Available to tend to all my needs and requests, a great listener, a believer. He lifted me up when I was down, fought my battles with me, cried when I cried, laughed when I laughed. It was perfect. What more can one ask for in a... Continue Reading →
There are many things I classify as a mystery. For example, my unending love and cravings for bread, my child looking so much like my MIL, how some people pronounce words incorrectly e.g. "Pint" (pant), the love of a mother towards her child(ren), why most men cheat, why most women despise their MILs, the closeness... Continue Reading →
I felt a light tap on my shoulder, 'Dupe are you okay?' she asked. I was not sure I knew the answer to that question. My head was heavy as I heard the song over and over again 'Woju o...' I was not quite sure why that particular song hunted me. I mean it was... Continue Reading →
Splattering, splashing. Frantically I waved both hands in a desperate move to be saved. No one seemed to notice. They all went on with their lives as if my life meant nothing. I got pulled in again, these tides aren't joking! I didn't picture my end of life like this! It was supposed to be... Continue Reading →