Dearest Gentle Reader, Season’s greetings 🤍 If I’m being honest, I didn’t keep all the promises I made to myself and to you guys in January 2025🥺. And for a long time, that bothered me a whole lot. But looking back now, I understand why. Last year needed me to pause, to learn, to unlearn, and to grow, and I’m grateful for every part of it. One of the biggest lessons came from choosing a career path. As a Microbiology graduate who genuinely enjoyed every aspect of the course (weirdly so), deciding what direction to take wasn’t easy. I felt pulled in many directions, unsure of where I truly belonged. Eventually, I ran back to God for clarity and slowly, things began to align. That clarity led me to academic writing. It was something I had always been interested in but never quite knew how to begin. When I finally took the leap, it was challenging, exciting, and deeply fulfilling. I’m incredibly grateful to everyone who referred me, trusted my work, and supported my journey. Thank you f...
Growing up, I had a weak immune system. I’d fall ill at the slightest thing, and because of that, I got tagged as a “sickler” by people who should have known better—my teachers, no less! I can still vividly remember how much it hurt to be labeled that way, the stigma!!!! I first heard about sickle cell when I was in secondary school. My brother had two classmates (Moses and Esther) who were top of the class yet often sick. It was through them I learned about sickle cell disease. Let me add—they weren’t just brilliant, they were exceptionally brillianttt!! Their intelligence rubbed off on anyone and everyone they were friends with. I remember my brother, who wasn’t doing so well academically, suddenly becoming a top student after hanging out with them. Sadly, I’ll never forget how the sister( Esther) passed away while we were still in secondary school, leaving just the brother. Their story stayed with me. Oh, and then there’s my uncle. His story is one for the books. This ma...