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I am tempted to tell my story but maybe some other time. What I will do however, is share the lessons I have learned through this experience. I am a Christ-Centred boy, so excuse me if I allude to God every time. This is not another religious rambling but this is me telling another, how not to give up even when it doesn’t make sense. I consider myself as someone who is very logical and theoretical, I believe that everything makes sense if we dare question it (them). I have never been part of the bandwagon that says “what will be, will be”, well I honestly believe we are responsible for our lives and actions are what create consequences. I believe in the finished work of Christ, hence my salvation is eternal (That again will be something we should talk about over a few plates of rice and beans). I cannot begin to tell how I felt when I heard the doctor say “Sir, it's terminal, there is relatively no known cure except an open heart surgery, we have procedures that can help ease

The international Women's Day is celebrated once every year on March 8. This is a travesty, if you're a woman, you deserve to be celebrated every day of the week! But in a world that lobbies to drag you into one of two extremes (the oldest being sexism that positions you as a subservient creature that dwells in the kitchen and churns out babies by the dozen, and the youngest being feminism that lionizes you as a conceited goddess that ought to take charge now and take care later) the truth is easily a middle chil and lumped between these two ideals is the truth that you are a wonder, and you are a woman, God made you that way, and it is good. Yet the world will not agree. The world has taken it upon itself to tell you who you should be, how you should dress, what careers to choose, and whom you should or shouldn't try to impress. But let's get back to the original blueprint shall we? In the beginning there was man and there was woman. But man fell and by and by it