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The cryptic puzzle

Ego, that silent architect of our self-worth, weaves its intricate web within. It whispers of grandeur and demands recognition. It can propel us to great heights or blind us to our own flaws.

A delicate balance, ego dances on the precipice between confidence and arrogance. Its power lies in our ability to tame it, to use it as a compass, not a crown. For in ego’s reflection, we see not only ourselves but the world beyond, and when we choose humility over hubris, we open the door to profound growth and deeper connections, embracing a truth greater than ourselves.

Amidst the brisk, open air, laughter, like intermittent bursts of sunshine, illuminated our path towards the university parking lot. Beside me, my roommate Dave Jasey and my dear friend Dan Ceccacci strolled, sharing both frivolity and musings. It occurred to me, as the conversation meandered, that Albert Einstein, in his pioneering work on relativity and time, likely never ventured into the intricate labyrinth of human physiology and its connection to time. Yet, if he had, I couldn’t help but believe that he would have unearthed a profound connection that could endure not just the test of time but transcend its bounds. As we ventured forth on our path, I couldn’t resist noting the effervescent jubilation bubbling within the three of us. None of us were lottery winners to my knowledge, we were merely dental students immersed in the daily rigours of academia and life’s pressures. Hence, I couldn’t help but ponder the elusive source of this euphoria. Upon closer examination, it became apparent that one solitary catalyst appeared at the heart of it all: Friday. The mere arrival of this fabled day seemed to work its enchantment, infusing our collective bloodstream with the feel-good elixir of serotonin, orchestrating a joyful transformation of our physiology, and leaving us awash in good cheer.

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Let’s fight GBV as a collective

Botswana for the longest time was known for her virulent peace with family being an enviable institution.As the media, we are also scared to be incessantly reporting on these bloody scenes where women are brutally murdered and worse, sometimes in front of their children and loved ones. Yes, we have reported cases where men were also brutally murdered by their loved ones, but such cases are a drop in the ocean.For the past two weeks, Botswana was...

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