I have chosen to study doctor of veterinary medicine for the sake of improving the animal-dom. This was what I had in mind count six years ago. In the novice-ship of being called doctor, I found my fair share of heartbreaks that I had to endure. Forward to a few more months and this year’s newest brands of animal-loving ambassadors would be born. I then too was euphoric then anxious of nearing the attainment of another page of the bright future. Who was told that hurdling the board successfully would lead you to an open arena of beasts? Every new set of scrubs I add to my wearing out ones are piling of stories that sting me. I started with a very new and freshly pressed coat, at its whitest. Looking cool but butterflies were in my stomach, racing vital signs and swirling mind, I took over the swivel which catered to the success of the clinic for my first workplace. Crowding of the receiving area excites my cerebral perplexes but does not favor with the approaching ticking of lun...
My thoughts of the devilish and cherubic borne me a diarist. The usual norm: we all started on pencils and paper or the wall or the table with our sticks and loops overlapped and out of borders and lines. These doodles turned to syllables from printing vowels and consonants complicating to words, phrases and sentences. I soon graduated the writing drills of cursive being able to write more than to voice out to express myself. Find the me in this virtual world.