Bendu and her mother were sitting in front of their house, in Paynesville, outside Monrovia, when I entered the yard. Immediately the feeling of hostility and rejection, which seemed to follow me wherever I went, like flies attracted to shit, greeted me as I walked toward the porch on which they were seated. Bendu’s mother spat, folded her arms, and looked at me as if I were crazy. Bendu sat where she was, looking at me as if I had ruined her white dress by spilling palm oil on it.
In life, everybody in some or most instances have encountered UNPLESANT SITUATIONS that served as a lesson and an eye opener. For me, 2013 provided me that opportunity. I thought I was exposed, opened and street smart in matters of love, and relationship not until I got the shock of my life when two beautiful ladies played me to the gallows with their antics that worked so well that I have to reinvent myself this 2014.
Battle cries have long held a significant place in human history, serving as rallying calls that ignite courage, determination, and unity among warriors.
If we fight and kill each other...
Who will take care of our land?
As our bodies, will be placed in shame.
Ambush awaits our children's futures.
With...
Once upon a time, in the vibrant nation of Liberia, a land rich in history and resilience, its people gathered to celebrate the 176th anniversary of their beloved country.
As a child, my fascination with science, particularly neuroscience, consumed me. The intricacies of the brain and nervous system held a profound allure.
Recently, a conversation with my son about his scientific and medical interests stirred up memories of my childhood infatuation.
