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Love. Oh, that four-lettered word. I’ve never felt comfortable writing about love, because I feel like my experiences are somewhat different to those of the average person. There is my tendency to linger after my exes, my inability to ask somebody out without the use of a touch screen and a social network, and of…
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The silent killer. Many diseases in world history have been given that moniker- HIV/AIDS, diabetes, even tuberculosis. Yet, the one killer that is almost never spoken about- the true silent killer that lurks around our society- is depression. As a young black man, I can tell you that talk of mental health- never mind depression-…
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My birthday. The anniversary of the day I was born. 19 years ago, I became my own person. I left my mother’s womb, and began a life that continues to this day. I’m thinking about February 5, 1997. Not just how I was born, but the entire world at that time. My grandparents were still…
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My social anxiety, I think, was born out of a need to be loved; to be accepted. And indeed I was accepted, but only under certain conditions. First, as the fat one. Then, as the stuttering one. Followed by smart, the the snooty intellectual. Whenever I tried to show that I was more than just…
Wiseman Zondi 