The War Against Cancer

Cancer is a journey, but you walk the road alone.  There are many places to stop along the way and get nourishment – you just have to be willing to take it.  ~Emily Hollenberg

I have never been scared all my life. Forget aliens people, we may have more problems on our hands and I am not even talking about poverty, stupidity and stupidity (the latter has to be mentioned twice due to its abundance). Early today as I was busy doing nothing and basically just minding my own business, my eyes stumbled on mcgothic_‘s tweets. For those who may not know much about her, myself included, she is the self proclaimed chairperson of team forever alone. Not only that, her 15 year old niece has been ill but doctors have been doing tests to determine what was wrong. Finally, the results came in. She had a cancerous tumour and her ovary had to be removed. Problem is the cancer has spread to her urethra already.


How is that for a first paragraph, and I am not even done yet. Last week, milonare‘s dad passed on. The culprit? Cancer of course. The week before last, Caleb who had been battling leukaemia before losing the fight was laid to rest. And the week before, I had to go visit a former colleague who is battling rectal cancer. Now, tell me how in anything’s name I should not be scared to the bone.


According to a policy brief on the situation of cancer in Kenya, over 50 people die of cancer in the country everyday. Add to the fact that both of the Ministers in charge of health matters in the country were both diagnosed with cancer, then the problem is probably bigger than it seems. My view is that the human race is losing the war against cancer. I do not think we have a chance of beating cancer if our efforts are more on curative measures rather than preventive. However, it is not known what causes cancer. Scientists only know of factors that enhances the risk of one being diagnosed with it.


The question I have to ask is, is there anything we can do to fight this disease? I think yes. Personally, I will try and understand it as much as I can. The basics that is, or what I need to know. In the process, I will be throwing whatever I learn here in posts to come. That is my first bullet to the menace. Hopefully, I will find myself other fighters out there and we shall take on the disease like it takes our cells once it attacks. 


Bonus: The World Cancer Day is commemorated on my birthday. I think that is the only sign I need to sign up for this war.

Dear Boobs by Kiarii

The following poem was written by Kiarii Wainaina, a guest writer. He is an upcoming writer currently living in Voi. You can find more of his work in Wideman World. Here though, is his tribute to the Breast Cancer Awareness month.


Round plump and firm,

You are the envy of many.

Lovers are bewitched by your sight

Enchanted by the mystery of your feel

Cuddle and handle but never get enough

Suckle and fondle; captives of your mystery.


Long, full and sagging,

An oasis for suckling babies

Their Canaan where milk flows.

From whence their muscle grows

And bones draw their strength,

While they teeth and learn to wean


Soft, warm and pillowy

Where a lover’s head may rest

While he catches a breath

Or the infant’s nest

While he suckles and giggles

The lover, content, the infant potent.


Bouncing, proud and lovely

Inseparable twins you are

In motherly care or in mischief

A darling of all young and old

May God ever keep you,

As you keep us, young and old!

Breast Cancer Awareness

Its breast cancer month once again. A few years back i discovered a lump in my breast and it freaked me out like insane. So i know what they mean when they tell you to examine your breasts. This is for all the women and men that care about their breasts. Indulge!

My twin peaks,

Rounded like black hills,

with chocolate caps.

I have to touch.

Aren’t they mine?


They are mine.

My unheard voice.

They say i am a woman.

I bubble with fertility.

© Ado Yiembo

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