Poetry Prose Scribbles
Inspired Low low lowSinking deep and slowSeeping down belowFrom time to timeMany times in a rowAgain and againI try to fix my bow,Back again to hit a targetI raise my bow and narrow my browA deep knot in my throatMy hands white as snowOnce again sure to missShaky hands are never steady,You know? ... With … Continue reading Low and Slow
Featured Image - Potateo Tomateo Inspired As the rain falls And the waters drip The showers haul As the clouds dip When moments stall And Seasons flip In a cozy crib A weary mind slips Loses its grip Flooded with uncertainly Drowned in anxiety Hoping again and again That as it pours and rains My … Continue reading Clouds of pain
...In an endless search of myself Featured image - Potateo Tomateo I'm a stranger...I have become a strangerTo my own people, I have become a wandererIn my own home, I'm a guest My presence is abhorredMy absence is glorifiedThe silence, the cold...The pretense and stories untoldThe suspense as my dreams unfold The scorn as I … Continue reading Stranger
Forever and always... Inspired Everyday I wake up Or when I'm going to bed Every random period in my life Or stray thought I have When I'm studying When I'm playing When I'm in my darkest moments Or when I'm lighted up When I take a peek... When I simulate What could my future be? … Continue reading Memories of you
September is the exchange month for medical students in my University. On exchange we are assigned to a department in a university in another country to enhance our clinical experience! After two whole years of schooling without anything that looks like a vacation, this seems like the perfect reward. Join me on my exciting trip … Continue reading Exchange Diaries… Episode 2 – Hello Salzburg!
Shrivel Wither Inspired Growing up, I lived in a cute house with my parents and siblings No big compounds, no gardens... Just enough space on the compound to park the cars But the love my mum had for nature... Oh my! She grew flowers in pots and vases... And they bore flowers... some … Continue reading Shrivel up
My name is De-Graft. You can choose to call me Digi/DeGi/De-Ge/DeG…etc, whichever works for you. I am a medical student in my 5th year of study. As part of our requirements for the medical school programme, in 5th year we are posted to various districts to experience medicine outside the boundaries of the teaching hospital. … Continue reading Wanderings of the lost boy – 5
My name is De-Graft. You can choose to call me Digi/DeGi/De-Ge/DeG…etc, whichever works for you. I am a medical student in my 5th year of study. As part of our requirements for the medical school programme, in 5th year we are posted to various districts to experience medicine outside the boundaries of the teaching hospital. … Continue reading Wanderings of the lost boy – 4
My name is De-Graft. You can choose to call me Digi/DeGi/De-Ge/DeG…etc, whichever works for you. I am a medical student in my 5th year of study. As part of our requirements for the medical school programme, in 5th year we are posted to various districts to experience medicine outside the boundaries of the teaching hospital. … Continue reading Wanderings of the lost boy – 3
A narrative... Wanderings of a lost boy Princess! 1 I hopped out of the taxi and made my way to the side walk. There was a traffic jam and I reckoned I’d rather walk the rest of the distance to the bus station. It wasn’t exactly a side walk since my country doesn’t have many … Continue reading Princess
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