THE ESTHERIAN BLOG

Maybe it does get better. Photo Credit: Fidan Nazim Qizi pexels.com I. Last Thursday night, Naza joined me for a stroll. She was yet to decide what to eat when she saw me, and when I told her I wanted to get bread, she decided to get the bread with me. And that has been our game plan in the past few weeks, we take a stroll and buy whatever comes to mind for dinner, be it fried yam, pap, bread, or even biscuits. On our way back, we were chatting about things in general, and I remembered that a friend's induction was the next day, and I wasn't sure I was going to be able to make it. "Why?" you ask. Medical school is the correct answer. It was our unit's surgery day, and I have no idea how that was going to turn out. So because of the uncertainty of the day, I needed to send him a message to inform him of the likelihood of missing his day. He was quite understanding, and I was relieved. I ended up being unable to get to the induction, and I kind of got knocked out wh

The first quarter of the year has come to an end, and we are moving forward into the second quarter. It was in the first quarter that I heard you have to be steady, but you need not be slow to win the race. After all, if the Hare had been steadily focused on the race, he would have won the Tortoise hands down. Maybe that is the moral of the story. I, on the other hand, have not been either fast or steady; instead, I have been still, like a deer that heard a sound in the forest. And most days I am stuck in that apprehension, that wait for the other shoe to drop, that wait for something to go wrong, alert on the tip of my toes, at my wits’ end, waiting desperately for something, anything, to go wrong. I feel like I am in the calm before a storm. I don’t know how to rest or be calm, and what is even more frustrating is that every time the other shoe drops, I do absolutely nothing about it. I am already exhausted by the time that happens. I was away from Whatsapp for about eight weeks, and