Showing posts with label Story Time. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Story Time. Show all posts

Friday, 7 August 2015

SMILE- STRIKING BENEFITS



“Every time you smile at someone, it is an action of love, a gift to that person, a beautiful thing”- Mother Teresa.
Smile is a beautiful thing and the benefits that come with it are quite striking. By the time you are done reading this piece you will see reasons to smile every second of the day. 

Wednesday, 22 July 2015

Publicwellness Is back



It aches my heart just realizing that I have been away for what seems like aeons...How can I explain it, what reason(s) can I give for my absence? I can't even find the right words to explain how much I have missed you all but all I can say now is that I pour out my unalloyed apologies to you, my esteemed readers and friends for the times I have been away, it was due to circumstances that needed so much of my attention.

Publicwwellness is  back and better now and my sincere promise is that I will never be away this long...*Right hand to my chest*

Tuesday, 13 January 2015

Mercy killing: to be or not to be?


Dr. John Eze (not real name) is a medical doctor of sound repute. He has an unwavering belief in the sanctity of life and so abhors all forms of killings, including physician assisted suicide. But a day came, for the first time in his 23 years of medical practice, when he was caught between the devil and the deep blue sea.

He was leaving this hospital to attend to some off-clinic business when he saw a 57-year-old man being driven in, in a transport wheelchair. The man’s ghastly nude face was bony and criss-crossed with deep furrows. Varicose veins so thick that they could be used to wire the entire town in Abuja- the capital of Nigeria- encrusted his lean legs and hands. One could easily tell from his look that he had long been sick.

Saturday, 1 November 2014

Between the Devil and the Deep Blue Sea














“What a life, dear Lord!” Joel whispered in a voice shaded in misery and hopelessness. He sat momentarily in the silence of his one-room-apartment, his huge head, swelling with thoughts, rested in sculptural fashion upon his left fist.

Wednesday, 30 July 2014

The Travails of Mma




As a soft August rain pitter-pattered on the roof top of a cottage hospital in the small town of Kuda, a baby’s cry echoed from the delivery ward. It was its first cry.

Claps and sounds of laughter rented the air. The mother of the baby-a beautiful woman in her early thirties- gave a sharp inward breath through her nose, as if assailed by a sudden twinge of joyful pain. Her nine months of carrying a life in her womb is finally over.

Wednesday, 16 July 2014

This Thing Called Jungle Justice



                                
Joe went to the market one balmy afternoon to shop for his girlfriend’s birthday party but had the worst nightmare of his life. He had barely arrived at the market when people started running helter-skelter. He took refuge in a woman’s shop and when he inquired from her what the problem was, he was told that a robbery had just taken place.

Friday, 27 June 2014

The Conscious Mistake


  

“Janet, I am sorry but this is over.”

These were the reminder of the pain Janet passed through five years ago in the hands of Jackson. 


Friday, 18 April 2014

My NYSC Experience




In a highly serene environment, I sat before my keyboard ready to punch the hell out of the buttons. Owing to the clumsy weather, not to mention the epileptic internet service, I was lost in magnetic ..
distraction until when my old blackberry bold 2 began ringing in its usual awkward manner.