As a psychology student, a part of my course is knowing how to conduct research and give accurate results while ensuring all my variables are controlled. In other words, I must make sure that if I conclude, it has to be under no external influence and the research can be…

Clinton was an adult who hated his inconsistencies and forgetfulness. He hated himself for being lazy and for procrastinating. He would forget to pay his bills, forget where his car key was. He was not patient enough to wait in line, so he rarely went to the bank. He always…

A while back there was an argument on Twitter about whether or not beating a child is beneficial. Some came out with stories of how they are forever traumatized while others applauded the punishment style and confirmed that they turned out alright, but did they? Firstly what is ACE? and…

You started the year in pain and tears, you drowned in sorrow and let depression be your new face. You sought escape in things you would not normally indulge in, you beat yourself up again and again. The floor became your best friend because every time you fell, you refused…

So beautiful yet so vague. That place that keeps you away and keeps everyone else at bay. It’s almost too easy to enter but so difficult to leave. The loneliness hits different and the smiles you wear on when you’re sad to keep others at ease. But who are you…

I once had a black pen. I can’t quite remember the brand but I think it was “Leo smart” or something like that. The glass casing of the pen felt smooth whenever I wrote, the nib of the pen was sharp and I enjoyed writing in cursive. A day came…

There are days when I look back and I wonder why you chose me. You were so quiet and reserved, I wonder how the two of us could be. I wonder why you kept smiling when I had that ugly frown on my face. …

The gentle breeze of summer’s touch Not seen not heard but felt Tingles my skin and gives me joy The blazing sun sends beads of sweat down my back I love the torture maybe a little too much “Get up, go in, you’re hurting yourself” ,they say “I’ll be in a few , it’s a beautiful day” I tell them, but I never go in Till my face is badly dealt With sunburn, I get the ice pack But I never learn, my torture I did enjoy

Lost and found — I landed in the country the detective’s note led me to. Gen couldn’t have done this to me, she wouldn’t have, traveling more than 5000 miles away from home? The cab driver drove me from the airport to a hotel of my choice in the city. It was 11pm when…