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When I looked into his eyes ,I saw my reflection and my reflection looks happy;–
I hit a wall
I never felt so low
Like a waterfall my tears dropped to the floor..
They left a swimming pool of salted crimes
Oh,what could I do to change your mind..nothing
I am bracing for the pain and i’m letting go
I’m using all my strength to get out of this hole..
I hit a wall
I thought that I would hurt myself
Oh,I was sure your words would leave me unconscious
And on the floor…I will be lying cold
LIFELESS
Oh ,I hit the wall,I hit them all
Watch it fall..
You’re just another brick and I’m a sledgehammer
I hit the wall
I never thought that i’d make it true
I can’t survive a life that’s without you
And I will rise now from the ashes
The sparrow flies just from the thoughts of loving you
I was bracing for the pain and then I let it go..
i gathered all my strength and I found my self whole..
I hit a wall
I thought that I would hurt myself
Oh,I was sure,your words would leave me unconscious
And on the floor,I’d be lying cold..
LIFELESS
Oh,I hit the wall,I hit them all
Watch it fall…
~···DECEIT···~
The place was cold,
The air heavy with smells of damp clothes and dead things
Gusts of icy wind rushed in
They think i’m going to die
I hear it in their whispered words
I wanted to scream
But I can’t speak
My voice is stilled, just as my eyes won’t open
Tried as much as I could ,I can’t still lift the lids
I’m trapped in my body and it’s a living hell
It is my fault for believing him
“You should be a model”He had said
It is the nicest thing I’ve been told
Twitching my face,I tried to visualize myself as a model..
Liars..i’m bloody ugly
Another slim blade slammed into my gut
Blood flowed from the hole, hot and wet
My heart slowed down its beat
I felt a chill deep in my soul
As darkness floated closer and closer to the surface of my mind
Cynnm
EXTRACT:-Get Smart
I cannot be promoted because they think I do a good job where I am
Danger of a single story(1)
For people who have not read this before.
”I’m a storyteller, and I would like to tell you a few personal stories about what I like to call “the danger of the single story.I grew up on a university campus in eastern Nigeria.My mother says that I started reading at the age of two,although I think four is probably close to the truth.So I was an early reader, and what I read were British and American children’s books
I was also an early writer,and when I began to write, at about the age of seven,stories in pencil with crayon illustrations that my poor mother was obligated to read. I wrote exactly the kinds of stories I was reading:All my characters were white and blue-eyed,they played in the snow,they ate apples, and they talked a lot about the weather,how lovely it was that the sun had come out.
Now, this despite the fact that I lived in Nigeria.I had never been outside Nigeria.We didn’t have snow, we ate mangoes,and we never talked about the weather,because there was no need to.My characters also drank a lot of ginger beer because the characters in the British books I read drank ginger beer.Never mind that I had no idea what ginger beer was.And for many years afterwards, I would have a desperate desire to taste ginger beer.But that is another story.
What this demonstrates, I think,is how impressionable and vulnerable we are in the face of a story,particularly as children.
Because all I had read were books
in which characters were foreign,
I had become convinced that books
by their very nature had to have foreigners in them and had to be about things with which I could not personally identify
Things changed when I discovered African books.There weren’t many of them available, and they weren’t quite as easy to find as the foreign books.But because of writers like Chinua Achebe and Camara Laye, I went through a mental shift in my perception of literature.I realized that people like me,girls with skin the color of chocolate,whose kinky hair could not form ponytails,could also exist in literature”
Adichie
MED DEVELOPMENT-VEINVIEWER
I sat up,as I saw Seeley,my favourite nurse coming towards me, behind her, an older nurse in her early fifties. From the way she looked at me, I bet she must have had a lot of experience with veins.
As they came over to me, I saw her name tag;Claire Richard, our eyes met and I quietly wished she wouldn’t see the veins too.
My mother was asleep with her head on my father’s shoulder. My father, tired from watching me last night, focused on the new nurse that came in. He must be praying for a vein to be found, I just felt like a spoilt brat to wish otherwise, but honestly I was tired of different nurses poking my arm.
I heard I was rushed to the hospital yesterday when I fainted in school. Nurse Seeley was to draw two vials of blood but she has been looking for a vein for over thirty minutes , she had to step out and look for somebody to help her out.
I’m one of the unlucky people with veins that are hard to stick. IV’s sometimes take three to four tries for an experienced blood technician. A regular nurse could stick me ten times and never hit a vein. One time, I ended up with a large bruise inside both elbows. I pretty much couldn’t do anything without mentally cursing the nurse who would get paid for treating me like a voodoo doll.
I flinched when Claire put in the needle and drew blood;she has hit a vein after all. I was relieved when she left my arm and stood straight.
My father started clapping, Seeley kissed me and I kinda gave Claire my weirdest grin.Well, this actually happened twelve years ago.
With so many years of being treated like a voodoo doll, I have come to realise and learn that people are different. For some, the veins are closer to the surface and more visible, for others, the veins are deeper;under the muscles for instance.
Just last month, I went to a hospital for a checkup, since I was used to being poked, I was ready for them .I had already made up my mind to show the nurse the exact spot I’m usually poked, maybe it would lead to success in one poke.
Two nurses came in, one held a saw-like device I tried telling them but they smiled at me and told me not to worry. The nurse with the device, raised it up above my arm and then I saw a green light with strands on my arm. I looked closer and realized the strands were my veins. The device just showed the nurses where exactly to poke the needle. I was just astonished. I couldn’t hold myself, I just shouted ” where has this been my whole life’
To keep the guesswork out of injections, a Memphis based company; Christie Medical Holdings, has designed a device that can locate veins inside a person’s arm using harmless near-infrared light.
VeinViewer is a vein finder that uses infrared light to look under the skin and projects an HD image of the veins onto the surface of the skin. There won’t be any miss when the doctors and nurses poke you with a needle next time
This highly portable device helps hospital staff to immediately locate a vein inside a person’s arm. It can find veins up to 0.4 inches or 10mm deep. The light detects hemoglobin in the blood and then instantly illuminates the intricate network of veins. The light is totally painless but highly accurate, increasing both first-stick success and patient’s satisfaction.
Cynnm
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