Teenage years
Nigeria's Pioneering Efforts in Meningitis Vaccine Development
Title: Nigeria's Pioneering Efforts in Meningitis Vaccine Development In the battle against infectious diseases, Nigeria stands at the forefront of innovation with its pioneering efforts in developing a new vaccine to combat meningitis. Meningitis, a potentially deadly infection causing inflammation of the protective membranes covering the brain and spinal cord, poses a significant public health threat in many regions, particularly across the African meningitis belt.
By Md Arif Hossain2 years ago in Confessions
The Egg Comes Before The Chicken. Content Warning.
In the ageless inquiry of what started things out, the chicken or the egg, the discussion keeps on charming personalities and mix interest. While the inquiry appears to be straightforward, its suggestions dig profound into science, reasoning, and even religious philosophy. Shockingly, present day science offers a convincing response: the egg went before the chicken. We should unwind this deep rooted secret and investigate the interesting bits of knowledge it offers.
By Kazi Hasebul Hasan Naime 2 years ago in Confessions
What Did I Learn From My First Love?
My first love taught me... Rupi Kaur's Gratitude Writing Prompts My first husband taught me about the love between a man and a woman. I was young, a teen but I understood clearly what that was when I met him. I was 15 when I met him and he was 21 years old. He was one of my best friends' older brother.
By Denise E Lindquist2 years ago in Confessions
Echoes of Affection: A Tale of Romance Rediscovered
In the quaint town of Willow Creek, nestled amidst rolling hills and whispering woods, the scent of roses mingled with the crisp autumn air. It was here, in this picturesque setting, that the story of Emily and James unfolded—a tale of love's resilience amidst the ebb and flow of life's currents.
By david jones2 years ago in Confessions
The Old Sheeps' Farm
My earliest memories are always filled with sheep. My father had sheep, and so did a lot of the neighbours. They had been crucial to the island economy for generations, providing both meat and the wool for our traditional fabric, Harris Tweed, which was spun at home by women and sold to bolster families' income.
By TheSpinstress 2 years ago in Confessions
Warmth in the Soup: The Academic Journeys and Dreams of Three Generations of Women
I remember when I was in my third year of high school, my homeroom teacher always looked at me with worry and said, "Others become thin as soon as they read the third year of high school. Why do you have a rounder face as you read more? Did you really put effort into reading ?" It was really unfair. I thought I read seriously. Every night when I returned home from self-study, there was always a bowl of soup simmering on the small coal stove waiting for me. Unable to resist my grandmother's supervision, I drank it and went to sleep. How could I not get fat?
By Beck_Moulton2 years ago in Confessions
Embracing Self-Love: A Journey of Personal Growth and Rediscovery
Actually, I didn't miss you that much. Why did you appear in my sight again? Can you please stop caring about me? Can you please stop reminiscing about me? Looking back now, I was really foolish.
By Beck_Moulton2 years ago in Confessions
Bound by Heart, Longing for Home
Just remembered and wrote a few words casually. This sentence has to be said since high school. In September 2000, I entered the only high school in the county, which was my first time leaving home, actually just over 20 miles away. To be honest, I didn't like staying there and wasn't used to it. I was used to being lazy at home and couldn't carry out my fishing life, which was very frustrating. I was trapped inside the wall all day long, and had to rely on flying eaves and walls to get out, or disguised as a day student to get by, and was often caught. So I looked forward to the monthly homecoming week all day long, looking forward to the stars and moon, and missing home. Actually, when you say you miss home, it doesn't mean that a man can't live without his family. I just really wanted to see every blade of grass and tree in the house, see what changes there were. Every time I got home, I didn't stay at home, but went out to wander around, in the fields, forests, and rivers, and see where to catch fish. I didn't go home all day. At that time, there was a half-day off every Sunday afternoon in school, and my colleagues who lived in the dormitory usually went shopping It left a deep impression on me. After class ended at 12 o'clock, I quickly ran to the station and took the 12:15 bus. I got off at around 12:45 and entered my house around 1:05. As time passed, the ticket seller recognized me. I even saw her once during International Workers' Day in Tangshan this year and greeted her. She even referred to herself as my aunt.
By Beck_Moulton2 years ago in Confessions
A City Turned Apart
The sound of gunfire is deafening in the centre of my city, a place that was once alive with laughter and vitality. Every day, the ceaseless barrage of gunfire snuffs out lives and crushes hopes, leaving the streets a bleak symphony of violence.
By Nono Fabrice 2 years ago in Confessions
Embracing Life As It Is
Since I was young, I've always been envious of others' ability to be openly themselves. When I observed how wonderful they were at communicating with others, my insecurity would always press on me, hoping that soon I would be able to do the same.
By James E. Anduyan2 years ago in Confessions
