Abigail Bathnna

  Enter woman... She’s at home, doing the little she can, had to take time off work for her time is upon her and it could be any moment now. Her birthing basket is ready for the pick and the people with her are set to move at her call. Could it be today or tomorrow? Today seems pretty normal maybe it would be tomorrow. In the midst of the motions when she least expected, here comes the birth pangs. She’s been through a couple and familiar with the pain however, she knows from experience that each labour is unique. Would it be easy or difficult, normal or complicated? Would I need augmentation? Would it be a girl or a boy (she had not had an ultrasound scan)? Numerous thoughts race through her mind. Being an experienced mother she stays a bit longer at home until she was far gone before going to the hospital. Like a sheep to the slaughter she is guided privately into the labour room. This is it. The months she had to change her diet, clothing, sleep position, schedules have al...

In a world fast changing, there’s this seeming pressure to prove oneself, to make a statement of attaining to certain standards that one thinks are vital to his existence. I have no issues with standards, as a matter of fact, I like standards. They are reference points that stir us towards becoming better versions of ourselves and give us goals to pursue in life. I am however a strong believer in living life according to purpose. By that I mean, the standard I pursue should be in line with my purpose in life.  Going to college in an entirely new environment (Gombe, Nigeria) gave me access to interact with and observe a lot of people and that opened me up to their thought processes and the realization that many are not secure in who they are. This does not in any way mean that others in other places do; I have come to learn that it’s a global issue.  There is a strong desire to fit in even when one is not meant to and it has led many astray, crushed destinies and destroyed live...