The Rita Side

For those that do not know or those that have managed to convince themselves otherwise, white lies are still lies. They just sound slightly better in our ears. Everyday we dish out lies to people we care about in order not to make them feel bad or make ourselves feel better. This is a list of common white lies that we might have used a bit too often (in no particular order):  1.  Friend: I called earlier, but you did not pick. What happened?       You: Sorry I was busy (trying to stand up, but failing wolfly. Lazy thing.)  2. Friend: What do you think of my dress?      You: (Because you know she can't change) I like the colour. (What of the design, fitting, etc?)  3. After a simple test, you see your friend who clearly had a hard time.      Friend: How did your test go?      You: It was not so wonderful.  4. Friend. Did you see the result? What did I get?      You: (You already checked and it was terrible) I was not really paying attention.  5. Your friend has alre

Last year, for the first time in my life, I was opportuned to organise an event. Was it stressful? You have no idea! Do I regret it? Not at all. After all the shouting and running around, it was eventually over. Then, I had to give an account. One of my greatest fears in this world is to lose my integrity (one of my very few possessions) and for a reason I could not fathom, that particular task scared me. Eventually(thank God) I was able to clear my name and continue my life with my head held high. Do you know that Jesus had to give an account of stewardship as well? Let me show you: John 17:4 (KJV)   I have glorified thee on the earth: I have finished the work which thou gavest me to do. John 17:12 (KJV)   While I was with them in the world, I kept them in thy name: those that thou gavest me I have kept, and none of them is lost, but the son of perdition; that the scripture might be fulfilled. Giving an account does not necessarily mean a financial one. It can be spiritual,

Novel freak. That is what I would love to term myself, but I am going to play the honesty card. I am absolutely nothing compared to some book monsters I know. I mean the two-books-a-week monsters that have a very tight schedule but still insist on indulging. This happens to be nearly impossible in medical school, but I know of a few exceptions that still pull it off. Anyways, I really missed reading (plus I needed inspiration for this book I am working on) so I tried to read a new book whose author I knew nothing about. Before I explain how I feel about the book, you should know that I am a hopeless romantic whose love life has been completely destroyed by writers that have a  knack for painting a near-perfect picture of overly eligible bachelors; men that could never exist even if they tried. Now, I must mention that the book blew me away, not just because the lead male was my ideal man(except that I love them dark) but because I met the writer I really want to be; dropping a touch

The world is really a funny place. The skinny ones want to be fat and the plump, healthy-looking ones want to be skinny. The weight loss project has become so rampant on social media that the tiny people (like me) are intimidated and are too shy to ask for help. Well, this post is dedicated to all the girls out there whose skirts have refused to stay on their waists and who are tired of calling 'aboki' to adjust their clothes all the time. I had to go surfing on the net on behalf of the #TeamGainSomeWeight community and these are some questions of mine that they were able to answer. I might have added a few tips of my own. I hope this helps. Q-Why am I losing weight? A-Weight loss can be caused by various factors. • Genetics- Does it run in your family? • Stress- Are you sleeping enough? Is any man/woman giving you a hard time? How are your grades in school? • Health-related issues- Do you feel sick sometimes? When was the last time you visited a doctor? Do you kn

"Do you know what RTA is?" "Yes. Renal tubular acidosis... sorry...road traffic accident." "Yes. That is what I am here for. Can you believe that a sharp object passed through my neck? I was..." That was how my hospital visitation kicked off yesterday and I was thrown into a pool of stories, each with a different angle. The men with bullet wounds, the ones with cancer, the young man who had to lose his leg, the one with a bandaged penis, the Muslim that begged us to pray for him, the man that chose not to speak to us, the man that won't stop talking... It was one of the most trying experiences I had had and I was wondering why God allowed terrible things to happen to people. Well this morning, I was late to church(as usual) and when I finally snuck to my seat and settled in, I thought I was ready for the Man of God and the usual speech on our privileges as children of The Most High . As if he could read my mind, he said the exact opposite. "

First day of People’s Weekend!! Let me confess now that I did these interviews last week and I should have posted this ages ago but ‘based on logistics’(sorry I could not resist) I missed my deadline and chose to move it up to this day.  Background info: My subjects are all medical students (my classmates to be precise) who I assumed, lived triangular lives: school to library to bed (and church occasionally). I decided to meet them to confirm suspicions. Surprise, surprise! ****************************************************************************** Me: What do you do except school? D: I’m shy…. Me: Don’t worry; nobody will know it is you.  D: Drawing Me: WOWW!!! (I never dreamt this person did anything except devour books and How To Get Away With Murder). How come we have not seen any of your works?? She opens instagram and shows me one. I am speechless for a few seconds because she is really good. Me: If you could do this as a real job, will you? D: Of cour

Welcome! This should have been my very first post and I do apologise for that. I'm very new to blogging and I'm yet to understand how it really works. Well, until then, this is what I plan to do with my blog. I should be posting at least thrice a week. I know it is poor and I apologise for that. Subsequently (hopefully) the frequency will improve. With that said, this is the plan. 1. Sunday Chops: This will be featured on Sundays, obviously. Here I will pick any Christian topic of my choice and talk about it to the best of my knowledge. As I am very far from perfect, I hope to hear from you through the comment column. Maybe we can learn a thing or two from ourselves. 2. Midweek Banter: This is more like a freestyle on any topic I choose...or you choose depending on how this blog unfolds. It will be featured on Tuesdays or Wednesdays. I am totally open to honest criticism. 3. People's Weekend: This happens to be my personal favourite. I interview various people on  a ran

I have always loved talking about my childhood, when things were much simpler and no one was responsible for anything. When we were little, we had this silly game (amongst many others) we called 'Me in the Middle'. We were five and it was such a great honour to be in the middle that we literally fought for it. Now, I can't even remember what was so significant about that, about being in the middle. It even came with a song! (Welcome to my big crazy happy family.) Now we are all much older and the pure unadulterated joy we used to get from such senseless games has been reduced to a mere memory. Now, the middle is no longer a position one should find himself in. Do you know what it means to take a side? It means you know what you really want. The syndrome of indecision happens to be one of the most annoying ones and the most rampant in the political world. Everyone wants to join the winning team(where ever it is). The terms 'camp' and 'decamp' become new man