So Long, Majek.

Sometime last year, there was a rumour that Majek Fashek had died but I didn’t believe it for one second and unsurprisingly, it was confirmed that he was still alive. This morning however, when I saw the announcement of his death on a friend’s WhatsApp status, I screamed. The sky was a sickly shade of grey and the rain sounded as if the sky was crying. I knew it was true, Majek the rainmaker had gone home.

Continue reading →

He is My Peace

My favourite writing position is with a pillow propped behind my back, my head resting on the bed frame or the wall – depending on where I am. My right thigh supports my laptop while my belle balances it.

As I write this, my laptop tils a little from one side to another and it is the only time I am grateful for my soft and round belly. I want a flat tummy one day in the future, I don’t want them abs although I suspect I’d be one those who would get one as they try to pop out whenever I start a workout regime.

Continue reading →

Hand Washing Palava.

I saw a very interesting article on the National Geographic Magazine about a doctor whose ideas on hand washing was scorned for decades. You can read his story Here. In the wake of Corona virus being declared a pandemic and as the death toll rises, his story gains a greater urgency and poignancy. His name was Ignaz Semmelweis. Continue reading →