Linda's Writing Portfolio

WHO ARE YOU? Oftentimes, it is our desire to be linked with prospering identities, those who have carved a niche for themselves in given areas of their lives. We feel good when we are called so and so, “the second”, “the one-millionth”; there is a tremendous excitement when we are told we act like popular celebrities, dress like certain named pop-stars, or talk like those we’ve been trying to imitate for ages. We could live and breathe for recognition based on someone else's budding or budded identity. Going under the knife to possess their physiognomic features is the rosiest of the aspirations. Those of us who are yet to watch a dollar fly away permanently into carved noses and sumptuous bodies have found relief in make-overs. Like water, we bear the tint of several identities as our taste buds evolve. Such is life, anyway. Value what matters I can't agree more with Malcolm Forbes, who said that people tend to overvalue what they are not, and undervalue what the

A Narrative Awareness On Venous Thromboembolism Susie had given birth to a beautiful baby girl, an exact replica of her husband with his delicate lips and ebony complexion. The time came for her to be discharged from the hospital, and her husband couldn't be any happier. It was just a couple of days ago that she was hospitalised due to prolonged labour. He had earlier joked that he would pay her back by taking a week’s rest for subjecting him to vigils that were unsolicited for. The journey was comforting; he couldn't wait to shower them with endless love. He glanced briefly at her by his side cuddling their baby, and couldn’t help noticing the almost masked wince she made when she drew baby Dee to her bosom. As though she knew he was about asking her what the problem was, she locked her eyes with his and smiled at him reassuringly. It was just a mere chest pain that stopped almost immediately it came. Or so, she thought. They got home safely. He led the way i