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The Travail of an Immigrant Writer
WorldPress.org, January 10, 2007 by Roland Bankole Marke
Humanity has a purpose. When pursued selflessly and passionately, it illuminates the existence of others and culminates the essence and happiness of living. I've been haunted by nagging, chronic, stomach distress on a daily basis for almost five years. It's been delusive and agonizing: despite treatment from an array of doctors and specialists, invariably the correct diagnosis appeared an enigma. The more I made trips to these specialists, the more nervous and phobic I grew. I was probably dying deep inside. The precise diagnosis was mystically clouded in a cocoon of darkness and uncertainty. Rationally, my confidence or trust in the medical professionals who treated me swimmingly eroded.
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