Impact

The woman with the issue of blood must have approached Jesus inspite of the crush of the crowd, with bitterness, pain, frustration, last pinch of faith with the last of her push to even have a little grab of his garment. This issue of blood as you may call it may have been like the case of fibroid as named by doctors of the present day (probably worse) . This issue is not just about the rushing flow of blood, it comes with excruciating pain. A pain never to be experienced just in a bid for you to even understand her plight and what prompted her insistence. The crowd was too much of a distraction but what did she care.  They did not understand what she had been through. They didn't know how many of her clothes had been wasted in the course of changing and washing up.  They wouldn't understand the pain that came with the flow. They probably never understood the embarrassment she had to face everytime when the flow got too heavy and she would be stained all over. Sh...

Dear diary, I'm quite grateful that I didn't turn out with a hunch back. This was not because I was born with it but a self inflicted state which I did unconsciously. I was quite a shy child. Now no thanks to those changes in my body that made me withdraw even more. If there was a place to hide inside of me, I would have regarded that place the safest for me but I couldn't. This was too real. I was developing breasts, my chest was having protusion on two sides. Going on errands became a tug of war, everyone would see me. So I decided to wear only the baggy clothes that were free and in them I could hide my 'shame'. When the growth would not stop, I resorted to use of shawls and scarfs and bent my shoulders so badly that my face was always towards the ground. Mum was happy to see her daughter growing and got me new clothes. The clothes were fitted and would not hide my bulging breasts (I had quite a fast growth while in the later part of primary school ). I c...

~crushing episodes~ Those days when writing love letters was the real deal, there was a young man who would trail me after writing an awful piece which we(friends) all laughed about. His grammar was so flawed and in a bid to impress, I'm sure he visited the dictionary but unfortunately did not learn how to apply those words in the right context. I hated the way he trailed me and was afraid to go out sometimes even when I was sent on errands. Thank God I wasn't hurt and I was relieved when I learnt he had left the environs for school. Praise God! Meanwhile, I was liking a guy secretly while preparing for GCE. Of course no one knew because I even hardly talked to anyone in the class so my secret remained with me. I liked him because he was such a brain at mathematics and he was really cool about it. He didn't puff up or spread himself abroad because of it. I was glad when it was announced in class that I was the best in the English mock exam we did. I was so proud o...

*From the point of view of a certain fantasising young girl* When I dreamt and fantasised about my dream man My dreams and fantasies never revealed his natural flaws. I only saw a handsome man,  tall with broad chest and shoulders where I could rest my head from troubles. He was perfect. I saw a smiling face with the right carves here and there on his moustache. I saw his fine car(s), admired his career and business line. I fantasised about his laughter, his kisses on my cheeks and lips. His arms around me cuddling me like his only baby I was always tickled by fantasies about our trips of love and roses, ice creams with chocolates How we would chase each other about in our beautiful home in love plays.          ................................................ Why did my dreams never reveal that behind those smiles, he was struggling to pay up the loans he took to further his business? How did my dreams not remind me that ...