Joseph Ovwemuvwose
Bio
Joseph Ovwemuvwose is a student of life and the life sciences. He seeks a world in which everyone has enough of the essentials and most importantly equity, empathy and love.
He is a PhD student at Imperial College London and loves poetry.
Stories (6/0)
I DREAM OF A NEW NIGERIA
Yesterday I read the book; Nigeria Delivered by Osha Joe. Osha is a young and budding Nigerian author who constantly thinks of the potential possibilities that await his countrymen if their leaders could just be a bit just and fair. The book is about the deliverance of the country from the claws of the political scoundrels that had pillaged her over the years. In the book, he describes the dream he had a few years ago.
By Joseph Ovwemuvwoseabout a year ago in Humans
The Malleability of Modernity
The pillars of our civilization are crumbling. They’re fast becoming piles of gesticulation and pontifical sanctimony made more cynically sinister by a world gone online. Where anonymity and empty emotional gratification are the drives.
By Joseph Ovwemuvwose3 years ago in Humans
A Summer Evening in Montpellier: a City in the South of France
The average temperature in Montpellier today was about 28ºC during the day. There were few drops of rain. You could count them if you wanted to. It had been very sunny. The lady who came to fix the AC in our lab today did not do a good job. We had to open the windows. It is summer and summertime here in the south of France is quite unique. I am still wondering why there are a lot of beaches here yet they have less rainfall compared to England. I had a meeting with three of my supervisors on the progress of my research, worked on a few codes to analyze some data, and did some editing on a paper that is about to be published, then I left for home. While cycling along the tramway I changed my mind. "Let's see what the city looks like today especially the city centre". I told myself. Ten minutes later I had climbed a hill while turning my bicycle gear from 6 to 1. I knew I did a good job climbing that hill when a middle-aged lady exclaimed in admiration;
By Joseph Ovwemuvwose3 years ago in Wander
The Hands That Moulded Me
Tuesday, October 30th, 2018, the residents of Ologbo a community in Edo state in Nigeria were hit with the story that defined debauchery in a way that made them questioned what the lowest depth of moral depravity could possibly be. Akpobome, 18 years, greedy and unkept with tangling hair receding from his forehead, baldness caused by malnutrition has just committed a crime that equates viciousness in the negative extreme. He woke up early that morning with one single ambition – the readiness to obey the instructions of a native doctor, an herbalist he visited few days prior, instructions packed in perversion. He wanted to be wealthy. In Nigeria like many other parts of the world where the poverty gap is so wide, the value attached to money could be higher than life. He painted that morning with gloom with the blood of his mother by taking her life and doing to her corpse something unthinkable. His grandmother found out when she came visiting. Here him out,
By Joseph Ovwemuvwose3 years ago in Families
