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“I think I need therapy” is a statement I have made more than once in the past couple of weeks. After witnessing a traumatic scene and having constant PTSD, I started to have a different but positive outlook on therapy and the importance of mental health. The day was great. Perfect weather. Perfect stream of events and a great way of wrapping it up was to see a friend off in her taxi. We had not gone so far off when we noticed cars slowing down. We were wondering what the fuss was about when our driver pointed to the roadside and said “that old man who was walking now just slumped”. As we drove past slowly and silently, we saw cars parked beside the elderly man who was now lying flat and almost lifeless by the roadside. My heart skipped many beats. I was worried, scared, confused and started to experience PTSD all over again. I prayed silently and wished him well. On my way back home, I passed by the scene and this time it looked like he had given up. I continued my journey with a lo

  Today I took the bus, yes the yellow buses with black lines in Lagos. I do that sometimes when my destination is close and I need real air. Soon after I alighted, I saw my young friend “Aunty long time” she said. My young friend who sold bananas and groundnut by the roadside. Our acquaintance began when my weight gain journey began. I made it a tradition to drink a banana shake every morning with peanut butter. I added a little weight and gained an amazing skin. I stopped that journey a long time ago when I lost my smoothie bottle. I still don’t have my weight gain goal but my skin grew better (this is not medical advice). I didn’t want bananas, but I gave her money. She was happy and grateful. I had gone past her when I remembered that I should have taken a picture of her and her goods, saving memories and sharing memories.   I jumped on a bike shortly after because it looked like it was going to rain. As we made our way past the street, I saw an elderly man with his Bible and