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Hello world! 

Osano Brian is my name. for those of whom we have interacted in the streets of art, feel free to call me Poetic Hans. it's my pen name. l am a writer and poetry is something I enjoy. I am a student, taking a Bachelor's Degree in Education with Guidance and Counseling and  I am passionate about Psychology.

I am a Mental Health Advocate especially among the youth. I use avenues of art, writing and social spaces as a way of promoting Mental health awareness especially among the youth. I have worked as a Radio Talk Show Host, which was based on the concept of "solution oriented" counselling. My main focus is to ensure that people in crisis  are able to move forward through the most difficult times. This includes emotional and behavioral issues related to their lives including: divorce or separation. It also includes making decisions about personal care for those who require medical attention for both the physical and emotional well being of the family member (the parent). A brief assessment and planning of the treatment plan is also required so as to ensure the best possible outcome of the care taken.

I have also participated in Sexual and Reproductive Health Rights advocacy where we aim to promote sexual and reproductive health among the young people as well as engaging the leaders in promoting aspects Sexual and Reproductive Health within their governments for a better approach towards the issue. I also take part in social accountability aspects such as spreading sexual education among the youth through social media as well as physical spaces. 

I write stories on various blogs as well as host a podcast where I get to write and talk about the different issues that we as young people interact with in our day to day activities and how we maneuver through them. looking forward to growing into an authentic story teller aiming at telling Africans stories out to the world. 

.In the words of Albert Einstein, Try not to become a man of success but a man value. I look forward to being in spaces that aim to make the world a better place.

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