I rushed back to the hospital and sat by her bedside. As I nervously held the feeble poor little thing in my hands, too many thoughts raced through my mind. Tears stung my eyes, but I fought them back. Where I come from, men don't cry in public since It's considered a sign of weakness - a taboo. At least, that's what we grew up knowing.


I am no enthusiast of birthdays. That is why I have always been reminded about my birthdays by those close to me and, sometimes, from very unlikely quarters like social media and companies that have a special interest in me. It is only then you hear me ask, “Oh! You mean today is my birthday?”... Continue Reading →

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