And thus would begin a ritual of yearly visits to the tallest building halfway between us
Creative
Nothing
He walks to the opposite end of their yard and begins to play. And the nothing in him builds into something so beautiful.
‘Invictus’ by William Ernest Henley: Poem Analysis
I control my own fate regardless of whatever might befall me. I drive my soul.
our fragments might just be cloaks of fulfilment.
hasn’t been this convincing that babies see those smiles on doctors’ and nurses’ faces while they cry so loudly as cruel — like stale inmates rejoicing on the arrival of a new convict.
My Top 5 Pentatonix Covers
I’m a fan of their work, and I decided to make a list of my favourite covers from them.
Good News: We Are Finally Medical Students!
I have always wondered why this is so, that clinical students do not consider medical students in preclinical classes as nothing more than
Owu, a Yoruba Retelling of the Trojan War
“The Women Of Owu” tells the story of a war that started because of a beautiful woman and two men who felt cuckolded.