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 TW: Suicide/Suicidal ideation A Child of June's Promise On a sun-drenched Tuesday morning, June 16th—the Day of the African Child—I drew my first breath. Before I could speak my first word or take my first step, life had already written its first chapter of challenge: my parents had divorced while I was still growing in my mother's womb. Like many stories of strength, mine began in my grandmother's arms. Under her gentle care, my early childhood blossomed in ways money could never buy. We might not have had wealth in our pockets, but my grandmother filled our home with riches of the soul. Through her wisdom, I learned life's most precious lessons: the value of true friendship, the power of love, and the freedom found in forgiveness. These golden threads would later become my lifeline through the darkest storms. The Empty Chair School days brought their own kind of pain. While other children shared stories of their fathers' adventures and teachings, I sat in silence...

 Between the Tides Some days I soar on wings of gold, My spirit bright, my heart so bold. Other days the shadows creep, Pulling me to waters deep. Back and forth, this endless dance, Between darkness and brilliant chance. One moment flying towards the sun, Next moment too heavy to run. But listen close, dear heart of mine, Even in darkness, stars still shine. This storm inside will ebb and flow, Like tides that come and tides that go. I am more than just these waves, More than the shadow that behaves Like it's the only truth I'll know— I am the light, I am the glow. So gentle be with your own soul, For you are beautiful and whole. Even when the night feels long, Remember: you are fierce and strong. Each breath you take, each step you dare, Is proof of courage, proof you care. Hold on through both the highs and lows, For dawn always follows shadow's close.

  Lonely in a corner, I find myself lost, unable to make sense of what’s wrong with me. My feelings are a whirlwind—one moment I’m happy, and the next, I’m drowning in sadness. I question, “God, why did You place this burden of bipolar disorder on me? “It feels too heavy bear.” I embark on endeavours with passion only to abandon them days later. I my heart to others, yet soon, retreat and allow them to leave. Even when I attempt to love myself, I spiral into self-loathing, cont with thoughts that sometimes push me to the brink. yearn for the person I once was—the one cared deeply, laboured tirelessly, resolved everything, and confronted life with pride and courage. Where that version of me gone, and can I rediscover him?   Sleep has forsaken me. They assert that I suffer from insomnia, but it truly be labelled as such when the cacophony in my mind is deafening and relentless? Demons doubt, regret, and despair inundate my thoughts, preventing me from achieving the peace I d...

  In the world, someone commits suicide every 40 seconds. Stories of suffering, adversity, and frequently silence lie behind each of these tragedies. For families, friends, and communities, suicide is a terrible reality, not simply a number. It is the ultimate call for assistance in a world that occasionally appears incapable or unwilling to hear it. There is no denying the connection between suicide and mental health. Desperation and hopelessness are sometimes preceded by mental health issues such as depression and anxiety. Still, one of the most stigmatized and little understood facets of human health is mental health, despite the significant effects these problems have on both individuals and society. Comprehending Depression: Beyond Melancholy Being depressed is more than just having a terrible day or a brief period of unhappiness. The most basic activities, like getting out of bed, eating, or even laughing, might seem impossible when someone is surrounded by this unrelenting c...

 The African continent, rich in culture, resources, and resilience, yet paradoxically plagued by poverty and underdevelopment. As the African youth, it is imperative that we awaken from the slumber of complacency and ignorance, and take charge of our destiny. Our history is a tapestry of triumphs and tribulations, from the brave resistance against colonial powers to the struggle for independence. Yet, despite the sacrifices of our ancestors, we have failed to fully appreciate their legacy. Until we, like the lion, learn to write our own history, the narratives of our past will continue to be shaped by others. It is time to heed the wisdom of our forebearers and chart a new course for Africa. We must dream the dreams of visionaries like Nelson Mandela, who espoused the ideals of equality and justice. We must unite in the spirit of Kwame Nkrumah, who advocated for African unity and self-reliance. We must embrace the goals of Mwalimu Julius Nyerere, who championed education and social...

I n the bustling chaos of a college admissions queue, destiny brought two strangers together. Little did I know, that chance encounter would gift me a friendship beyond measure, a bond with Barrack Obilo, affectionately known as Babu Sibuor. From admission to roommates in the blink of an eye, Barrack's vibrant personality and unwavering determination illuminated every corner of our shared space. A comedian at heart, a natural leader, and a political enthusiast, he wore his passions like badges of honor. Our friendship was a beautiful paradox - Barrack, the social butterfly, and I, the introverted observer. Yet, in his presence, my walls crumbled, and I found myself effortlessly navigating social waters. Barrack's academic journey mirrored his dynamic spirit. From Land Survey to Building and Construction, his quest for the coveted title of Engineer showcased his relentless pursuit of excellence. A fast learner, a go-getter, Barrack's pure heart and genuine intentions left an...