Nikos' Blog

"Who is a medical doctor?" This is a question I have heard so many times (in different ways) yet I am not sure I ever have the right answer because I am not sure there is one correct answer. Some say "a medical doctor is someone who treats you when you are sick". Others say "he's the guy in white who you queue for hours to see only to be given Vitamin C! "😁😁 Well, I could go on and on but I wouldn't, neither would I give you my own definition (it just might be biased *winks*). Just enjoy the poem below. Ciao! Deep-gutted cries; Shouts and yet more shouts Wailings and mourning fill the air Another soul passed on Just like yesterday and the day before Yet here was I, all calm Heedless of the noise around. Don’t question my personality, Simply embrace my ability. I am the one dressed in white The one who wields the scalpel That instrument of life or death; Probing that which is hidden, I am the one Who seeks the shattered, the fr...

Hi, friend! It's all about an important search today (and maybe this week). We are digging beneath the rubble to seek out the hidden pearl! So many times, we go from place to place seeking something  better but maybe this week, we could take time out to look within because that which we seek may just be here buried beneath a lot of rubble. I encourage you not to despise who you are today but to use it as a platform for becoming better. -REDEMPTION- Wandering, searching; Ever looking for that lost piece Buried beneath the rubble. We who loathe the brown Seek the green and lush far away. Fleeing that old self, Marching through the swampy present In search of redemption If only we could see, That which we seek is near; Redemption is here! That which we seek is but within Hidden amidst the ugliest of truths. If only we could see... ©Nikoslexie2015 P. S: I am sorry for missing the Friday post.

#nopreamble #freestylewriting #flowwiththemoment I’LL TELL YOU A STORY I’ll tell you a story A story of how black kissed white And became red. I’ll tell you the story Of how he jumped off a cliff And wasn’t harmed If only you’d take my pain away And tell me it’s just a dream. I’ll tell you the story Of how Titanic didn’t sink And Jack and Rose lived happily after. I’ll tell you a story Of how I survived the tempest With all my possessions intact If only you’d tell me Yesterday never happened. I’ll sing you a thousand songs Loud and clear without even a break, I’ll sit with you for seven nights Listening to you tell the same tales over and over If only you’d stop reminding me Of what I am And not what I will be. I’ll tell you a story so intriguing You’d plead for it everyday If only you could fill this void. I’ll tell you a story Of how I wrote your story And you loved it If only you’d realize This is just a story! ©Nikoslexie 2016

Sometimes, things don't go as we plan. At such times, it feels like the 'universe' has conspired against us and the temptation to host a pity party is so strong but if we could look beyond the 'mishaps', we'll see that they happened for a reason hence, we should learn from them, make the best of them and move on! I encourage you to be a 'hopeless' optimist and prisoner of hope. The sun will shine again -and soon too! FIERCE IS THE FIRE Fierce is the fire That courses my heart's wire.  Bright is the light That shines through my night. I shall sing a song  Even if the night be long.  I shall make loud a melody Even if in Pain's custody.  I will rise Even if my body dies For fierce is the fire That courses my heart's wire.  ©Nikoslexie 2015

Yaay! It's another weekend. For some, it's Owambe time and for others, it's time to do all the outstanding chores from the week. Now, don't ask me which category I fall into cos your guess is as good as mine *döuble winks * Well, for those that will be hitting the bars and clubs this weekend, here's something for you: THE GREEN BOTTLE The stench so familiar yet so strange So strange because it brought disjointed memories; Memories of time spent in a world so far away Yet as near as hours ago. A world where bliss inexplicable is all I feel. A place where I soar on Freedom’s wings; Flying without caution and with none to restrain me. The drunkard’s world- A beautiful world it seemed till I realized Only prisoners exist in this world For we are all victims of the green bottle. The green bottle, A symbol of flattering deception Bringing to light only masked reflections. A corrupted mirror is what you truly are For I see in you only that which I ch...

When we die, we cease to feel – all the pain, disappointment, depression and fear becomes history. Why then do most mortals not welcome death and escape all the negative emotions? Why would humans give almost anything in exchange for immortality? Or is it somehow possible to be immortal and not feel pain, disappointment and all the sad stuff? Death is an escape from the harsh realities of this world yet only a few would willingly embrace it. To wake up daily and live takes a great deal of courage. It simply means you are willing to take it all in stride and for that I salute you! I equally salute Generals who truly lived meaningful lives but had to retire at some point. Death is not the end; it’s only the beginning! STILL MOMENTS He came this time in shades of grey Lurking behind all that was gay At that same time of day When all worries were kept at bay It was a child this time Whose mother had not a dime A human far from his prime Had been the unlikely target this ti...

What is True Justice? In layman's terms, I'd say acquitting the innocent and condemning the guilty. How does one determine who is guilty or innocent if not by relying on evidence(s) presented. Let's picture a poor man who is innocent but has little or no evidence to prove it and can't even afford a good lawyer to represent him. We can guess his fate... He automatically becomes guilty! Are the scales of justice ever going to be balanced in our society? EQUILIBRIO Cries fill the air: Cries for justice, Cries for revenge At their loudest, The lovely morning is tainted. “Quiet!” they say To a man whose family’s been murdered “Justice will be served.” Days spent, Negotiations made, Affluent criminals living in ‘imprisoned’ paradise. What a twisted sense of justice! One erudite lawyer And criminals are acquitted! To the wronged Who his pound of flesh takes, Death is meted out. Will there ever be a balance Between wrong and right? ...