15/01/2026
The Exodus
There comes a moment in every man’s life when movement is no longer an escape, but a calling.
A moment when staying requires more explanation than leaving.
A moment when silence becomes betrayal of self.
This is that moment for me.
As I turn 50 years of age in 4 weeks time, I find myself at the rare intersection of reflection and resolve. Fifty is not merely the accumulation of years; it is the accumulation of lessons, disappointments, clarity, and courage. It is the age where one no longer negotiates with their conscience.
My decision is not born of anger, nor is it driven by bitterness. It is the product of long introspection, honest self-audit, and the quiet but persistent voice that insists: it is time. Time to step out of spaces that no longer grow me. Time to release identities that no longer fit. Time to walk forward unencumbered.
Like every meaningful exodus, this one is not a rejection of the past, but an acceptance of the future.
I am grateful for the journey. I am grateful for the people, the battles, the lessons, and the opportunities to serve. But gratitude does not chain a man to permanence. Even Moses had to move.
This is my season of departure.
Not in protest.
Not in noise.
But in clarity.
I leave with dignity.
I leave with peace.
I leave with ownership of my next chapter.
The road ahead may be uncertain, but it is mine.
A medical doctor for life! Passionate about people, life and the pursuit of happiness!!