Debbie Wills Blog

In white coats, they walk with steps of grace, Like seraphim, descending to the human place, Their hearts, an abyss of compassion, dark and deep, A refuge for the shattered, where love's sweet vigil keeps. With every touch, a litany of hope does unfold, A symphony of solace, that soothes the soul's dark gold, Their eyes, a sanctuary of warmth, where hearts can hide, A haven from the tempests, where love's sweet peace does reside. In the folds of their white coats, a tapestry of kindness shines, A testament to the transcendent power of love's sweet shrines, The fragile, the fearful, the lost, and the forlorn, Find a safe haven in their arms, where love's sweet dawn is born. With every beat, a pulse of empathy does flow, Like a river of redemption, that only the heart can know, Their hearts, a masterpiece of emotions, painted with tender care, A work of art, that's crafted just for you, and me, and all who share. In the silence of their gaze, a world of emotions s...

Under the golden light of the savannah sun, Where baobab trees stand tall, and ancestors have begun, A sisterhood of beauty rises, strong and free, With hearts full of hope, and spirits wild and carefree. Their laughter echoes, a joyful sound, Like the drums of Djembe, beating all around, Their footsteps weaving a rhythmic spell, In harmony with the land, where their ancestors dwell. With skin like the rich soil, and hair like the night, They shine like stars, in the celestial light, Their smiles illuminating the day, As they journey through life's savannah way. Sisters of the savannah, strong and true, Supporting each other, through all they do, Together they face life's joys and fears, And wipe away each other's tears, through all the years. With every step, they claim their ground, And rise above the dusty round, like a phoenix found, Their voices rising, a chorus sweet, A celebration of their sisterhood, unique and complete. In this vast expanse of grass and sky, They f...

Funnaya's World Funnaya's world was a tapestry woven from the vibrant hues of her village life. The sun-baked earth, the scent of woodsmoke curling from thatched roofs, the rhythmic chatter of women pounding millet, and the laughter of children chasing goats – these were the threads that formed the fabric of her existence. Her days were a symphony of chores, fetching water from the well, tending to the family's goats, learning the secrets of the earth from her grandmother, Mama Uzo, a woman whose wisdom was as deep as the roots of the baobab tree. But Funnaya's heart held a different rhythm, a yearning for something beyond the familiar horizon. A Dream Beyond the Horizon It was a dream whispered by the stars, nurtured by the stories of her father, a village elder whose eyes held the wisdom of generations. He spoke of a world beyond the dusty paths, a world of towering buildings, of machines that could heal the sick, and of people who dedicated their lives to fighting th...

A Seed of Strength Within her heart, a fire burns, A spirit bright, a soul that yearns. The African girl child, strong and bold, A story waiting to unfold. Her eyes reflect the sun's warm glow, A tapestry of dreams, a vibrant show. She carries within, a universe vast, A potential waiting to be amassed. From dusty paths to bustling streets, She walks with grace, her spirit beats. A symphony of strength, a melody bold, A story waiting to be told. Ngozi's brilliance, a guiding light, Chimamanda's words, taking flight. They show the path, the way to rise, With dreams that touch the boundless skies. Like Dr. Mae Jemison, who reached for the stars, And Dr. Jennifer Riria, who led with scars. Like Rebecca Enonchong, who codes with might, And Dr. Nneile Nkholise, who innovates with light. She sees the world with open eyes, A thirst for knowledge, a burning desire. To break the chains, to rise above, To claim her place, to earn her love. Her laughter echoes through the air, A testam...

The Beauty of Life The sun may set on your own happiness, But in the lives you touch, find your true blessedness. For life's true beauty, a radiant light, Shines not within, but in the world's sight. It's not the joy that fills your own heart's core, But the warmth you spread, that makes you soar. A helping hand, a shoulder to lean, A gentle word, a love serene. The world may judge you by your own content, But true worth lies in the love you've lent. For life's true beauty, a shimmering grace, Is found not in self, but in another's face. It's not the laughter that echoes in your soul, But the joy you bring, that makes you whole. A gentle touch, a listening ear, A silent strength, dispelling fear. In the moments shared, the burdens eased, The kindness shown, the hearts appeased. A helping hand, a guiding light, A love that shines, both day and night. For in the eyes that look up to you, Your worth is found, your purpose true. A life well lived, a legacy b...

The Dark History and Surprising Legacy of Mustard Gas Imagine a weapon so potent, it can cause severe burns, blisters, and respiratory distress with just a single exposure. Welcome to the world of mustard gas, a chemical weapon first used in World War I and banned by the Geneva Protocol in 1925. The Origins of Mustard Gas Mustard gas was first used by Germany in 1917, causing widespread suffering and death. The gas was designed to penetrate masks and protective clothing, leaving soldiers with severe burns and blisters. The effects were devastating, with many soldiers suffering from long-term health problems. From Poison to Medicine But here's the surprising twist: researchers converted mustard gas into a life-saving treatment. Chemotherapy drugs like cyclophosphamide were developed from it, saving countless lives. This unexpected turn of events highlights the complex and often contradictory nature of scientific discovery. A Legacy of Destruction and Hope Despite its dark history, m...