I can’t remember how old I was, but I knew I wanted to be a doctor. In most typical African households, you could only be one of three things, a doctor, a lawyer, or an engineer. If you can be all three, you are the king of your village. So, I studied and excelled at school with that in mind. I remember when all that changed. My grandma had a stroke in 2004 or so (The date might not be accurate, I was young). She got admitted into a specialist hospital. On one of our visits to check in on … Continue reading The Journey to becoming