Author: Omondi Ochuka

Inks. Scrolls. Word. Immortal Rot.

It is November 15, 2011. I am at the football field trench, in college. Everything is spinning, so fast. It’s a sporty evening. It’s cold. A little. It’s hot as hell. It’s nothing. Everything. That evening, I would be pushed on a gurney, after class, by my colleagues. And with that my life changed from a Financial Derivative lecture to dextrose, 1-litre of blood drips and several pushes into the radiology department – the room with an “Authorised Staff Only” plaque with dry red skull tags on the door. It has been 5 years since that day. The day I was…

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