I’m a Christian, but…

“You're a Christian?" he asked me. "Are you an evangelical?" Although the dimly lit bar buzzed around us with late-night conversation, I was certain that no other discussion resembled ours. “I’m a Christian, but not that kind of Christian,” I replied quickly, hoping to claim my ground before any stereotypes did. He looked relieved, but … Continue reading I’m a Christian, but…

The Beginning and End of Harvard

Yesterday evening was a historic night for students at the School of Public Health. You wouldn't have ever guessed though, because if you peered into the Countway Library of Medicine at 4 pm you would have seen me dozing off in a chair. My professor didn't warn me that our reading assignment entitled "Health Systems" … Continue reading The Beginning and End of Harvard

Bumble: the Sitcom

I can explain how this all started. Me: “Ugh. I used to be fun, lighthearted...now I’m so serious all of the time.” Todd the Therapist: “I want you to practice levity. Loosen up more. Pretend that your life is a sitcom.” A sitcom? I didn’t know how to pursue this until the next day when, … Continue reading Bumble: the Sitcom

Moons & Menstruation 

“She has five children.” “What?” I had completely zoned out. “Five children?” I glanced at the health record in my hands. “But when I screened her in Kandi she told me she has eight children. Eight pregnancies, eight deliveries, and eight living children. That was only three months ago.” Esther, my fellow team member and … Continue reading Moons & Menstruation 

Unrecoverable

I glance at my watch. Eleven o'clock. I rub my eyes, aware that my hands are far from clean. Dried sweat and grimy hand sanitizer cling shamelessly to my knuckles and nails. But I couldn't care less. Twenty feet in front of me over two hundred people wait patiently, both anxious and eager to be seen by … Continue reading Unrecoverable

Playing God

"We have been waiting here since Monday. We came from Nigeria." Our eyes meet. I glance at the four-year-old twins next to him, both struggling to balance on extremely bowed legs. I try to hide my expression from their father, fearing my transparency will only make the situation worse. "Please. You can help us?" His … Continue reading Playing God