Category: Research is People
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Keep knowing that research is people!
I remember her smile like it was yesterday. She always smiled. She was tall and very beautiful. The look on her eyes was like paradise, always mesmerizing, always kind, always tender, always love. Her name was Selena and she was loved by so many. I share her story today, not to grumble, but as a…
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Keep notes to Angi’s cervix or cervical cancer!
In a little over a year, now, our life as we knew it came tumbling down. We called her Angie or Angi and to know her was to know life. I am reminded again, that death should never have the final say. Not when those alive can continue the story of a live well lived.…
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Keep first jobs!
The first job I got right after my undergraduate degree was an internship at the World Organization’s InfoBase. It was for 3 months and I was assigned to work under Dr. Kathleen Strong. My first assignment, look through online databases for the burden of stroke globally. Then enter all the risk factors you see into…
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Keep all your invisible inks!
The images you have of me. Mother, researcher, doing work in far away places. All of them are true. But those that are invisible. Everything hidden, under, and in between the lines like Toni Morrison’s invisible ink, are the bones that keep me tall and erect. One day, I will leave you hoping to see…
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Keep ambition with global health!
Ambition to me is tied to what Ngugi wa Thiongo once described as a ‘quest for relevance.’ It is a search for a liberating perspective within which to see ourselves clearly in relationship to ourselves and to the other selves in the universe. He would go on to suggest that this question depends on the…
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Keep Osodieme or a word now gone due to cervical cancer!
Her story, like many, are untold. Her pain, unknown. Her cervix, unforgettable. But her death, free. Think of the depths she took. Think of the blood she hid. Think of the control she fought. Then think of the words unspoken. Lusting for life, she only spoke to friends. Insisting her cervix was a private affair.…
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Keep nothing for youth without youth!
I have taken plenty short trips in life. But few are as unforgettable as the past 4 days in Lagos. Imagine arriving to blue skies. No soon after we arrived, even after all the chaos we encountered at the airport, I arrived to skies perfect and blue. I entered Lagos too with clarity. Day after…
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Keep charting a burst of light with science/public health writing.
How might we make scientific writing inclusive? How might it move beyond its style and form, beyond its static blueprint to adapt to lives that are constantly changing? How can we speak of advancing racial and ethnic equity in science, health or medicine, if we continue to court tools and language that remain colonized? How…
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Keep knowing I’m not done yet!
As rough as the grains of garri. As smooth as the mold of eba. This collection of lists to keep. A collection of cares so deep. Unclear what I’m doing. But doing so with clarity. Honest, honesty. Of life as a mother. Life as a health researcher too. All in a time of a pandemic.…
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Keep letting light in!
I write slowly. Painstakingly slow. I have been letting the words come. They come really slow. It may seem like I can’t get to the end. I have been told to set deadlines. I do. All the time I have deadlines with my other style of writing. I always meet the ones with the grants…
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Keep dancing in the mind or writing for people!
Imagine taking seven days to frame the entire world. The kind of patience it would take to ensure that the stars and the moon are in the right place. All sorts of fishes or sea monsters swim the oceans. Mountains and hills are perfectly framed with volcanoes ready to erupt as they please. Having such…
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Keep planting seeds for people’s health!
Langston Hughes has a poem of how a seed planted at the right time, produces flower, that go on to become more than the seed ever imagined. Imagine if the path of the pandemic was like a seed. Imagine how we will blossom when we become flower. All because we took the time to first…
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Writing with Juliet Iwelunmor 