otarutestimony

Hi, are you dead? Good, 'cause I am too. On the inside that is. What you see is merely a shell. Hollow, empty and soulless.  No empathy. No emotion.  Simply a being composed of an extremely combustible mixture of nihilism and self-hate alongside a tinge of acrimony, all emulsified by a proportionate amount of gritty visceral animosity.  Unhappy, joyless. Thoughts depressing, verging precariously towards the suicidal. Each day, I must complete my ritual of doing the same banal things I did the previous day.  Nothing new, nothing different. Not living. Just existing. Repeating the same things, every day, every month and every year. Not a single difference. Merely completing each day with absolutely zero motivation to anticipate the next.  Speak to me, my friend, I pray thee; what keeps you going? What makes you want to live each day? Tell me, and I might just find a reason to live again. Your friend, Otaru Testimony Afigie

  Otaru Testimony Sweaty, tired and irritated he trudged to his room. Like a teenager impaired by hangover he collapsed exhaustedly on the bed. The adverse effects of carrying out three successive practicals began manifesting.  However, an overwhelming pang of guilt forced his slumberous eyes open. Sleep, not now. There was the small issue of writing the practical report and by the time he began, it was less than four hours to midnight as cooking had consumed a considerable amount of his time. Furthermore, he was yet to complete his designated three hours of reading for the day.   As he ate, the brutal chastising from the lab attendant earlier, inhibited the food's journey. He'd broken an apparatus. It wasn't really his fault. He'd tried really hard to stay awake. One moment the pipette was in his hands then, he blinked and found himself staring at the smashed pipette on the floor.  He turned to his laptop for solution and began typing. "To the Dean Faculty of P...

 Otaru Testimony Afigie Admittedly, it would a bit odd if an engineer were to be the painter of the world's most famous painting. Things would even get weirder if this engineer also practiced as an anatomist, a chemist, a mathematician, an architect, and a sculptor. But with Leornado da Vinci, this was very normal. In fact da Vinci was much more than these.  Leonardo da Vinci was a multi-talented man and has been described by man as being 'strikingly handsome'. He was known for his trademark beards which were said to reach his shoulders. Even though he suffered from stroke and latter became paralyzed in his right hand, he conjured so many wonders with his left hand in both writings, drawings and paintings some of which are yet to be fully understood. Yes, he was left-handed, and this together with a lot of other numerous instances have made people to conclude that southpaws are special. (But we know that there are lots of right-handed people who are special too, you for ins...

By Otaru Testimony Afigie PANS, NIGERIA It's 9pm and you've just gotten back from the pharmacy. Of course, you are not yet a pharmacist. You're still a student, but you've been overworked to the point of exhaustion. So tired that you simply collapse on the bed and drift off to sleep, just like the previous nights. Fast forward two weeks, and you are on that same bed, coughing, immobilized, lethargic, shivering under blankets, and informing your boss that you'll be absent from work that day. Let's examine this, shall we? Over the previous months, you effectively discharged your duties, dispensing drugs, and administering injections where necessary. Patients adore you because you know precisely the right drugs for the right ailment. But you've somehow managed to neglect the most important patient of all - yourself. Hours after hours, you attended to several patients who presented with diverse forms of illnesses. For every cefixime you prescribed to a coughing ...