A Letter to my Younger Self (Why I do what I do and why I am who I am)

Hey, former Carl, You are in your final year at high school. Your mum insists, ‘son, this is the most critical stage of your life.’ And when she asks what you’ll read at ‘versity’, you’re kinda lost. However, there’s some magical – almost fascinating – thing about medicine production, so you tell her, ‘I’ll choose Pharmaceutical engineering.’ It’s June 2010. The fever that takes you is no disease. It’s exam fever, precisely GCE A-levels fever. Chai! Man, you were terrible at those exams. You drank some acids while pipetting during chemistry practical. The formulas of Pure Math Paper 1 bashed you so hard that you gave up. And even Abeng Martins’ sweet words didn’t succeed to convince you to keep hoping during those exams. Exams are over, boleh. Don’t you have a career in pharmaceutical industry to make? Oya, you start preparing for the concours to join the prestigious Faculty of Medicine and Pharmaceutical Sciences of University of Douala. Because you’re taught by such a st*...