AN EPISTLE... BORN TO BE GREAT
An EPISTLE....
I was birthed with mom losing pines of blood
I looked like a wretched lizard at birth , probably because the cruel world didn't want me here
BUT GOD WANTED ME.
I was raised in an uncompleted building.
Mama did a whole lot of things which didn't tamper her virtue but exceeded the strength of her fragile hands just to see us survive.
Pops was broke, I mean it.
He was constantly looking for a way out.
He turned an errand boy for guys who kinda saw d light of few pennies.
But we kept on pressing.
He had to bend his ego and squeezed his pride into tiny fragments just to give my 5 brothers and I, the life we've got now.
Trust me i didn't have d feeling of a copper spoon so most times i wonder what a big deal silver spoon would be.
But thank God for Moms, she taught us a song the Song of Jabez, make me a Better me Lord.
It kept us going. It was a fuel to our fire. She fasted, starved and as dark skinned as she was, her knees got knuckle because she was always on her knees.
I call her the the Royal soldier. She fought with her dignity intact.
She never settled for less. She never fanned a dim flame. She knew there was more.
Guess what guys, few years after i came into being, I found my ass in University of Nigeria Nsukka, not as a Lost sheep, not as an illegal immigrant, not as a Wanderer
But as a student, seeking to change the sad history.
I want Moms to have the best old age. My brothers and I wants that. I didn't know how it was gonna get done here when i came but i knew i didn't bring myself after all, Grace did.
And quite funny, the universe which didn't smile at me at birth, is just so in favor of me right now. Even the foreign environment favors me.
My aura has just rewritten fate.
Till date guys, mom is still grinding.
Dad is holidaying in heavens.
Big bro is making it big, Younger ones still schooling
And i ain't stopping.
I hate quitting
Here I am riding on Grace Mom's song confessions really worked.
We are better, bigger
And nothing close to what we've been through.
We reflect the future we are travelling to.
It could only be you God.
Happy Winning to Me
If you find anyone looking for the popular GRASS TO GRACE send them to me, because I am a typical example.
Much love Moms
Keep resting Dads
My Brothers, Love you you all.
You guys are the unbreakable Sixer Gang.
Life of a Pablo
@Pablo_Jr_6
I was birthed with mom losing pines of blood
I looked like a wretched lizard at birth , probably because the cruel world didn't want me here
BUT GOD WANTED ME.
I was raised in an uncompleted building.
Mama did a whole lot of things which didn't tamper her virtue but exceeded the strength of her fragile hands just to see us survive.
Pops was broke, I mean it.
He was constantly looking for a way out.
He turned an errand boy for guys who kinda saw d light of few pennies.
But we kept on pressing.
He had to bend his ego and squeezed his pride into tiny fragments just to give my 5 brothers and I, the life we've got now.
Trust me i didn't have d feeling of a copper spoon so most times i wonder what a big deal silver spoon would be.
But thank God for Moms, she taught us a song the Song of Jabez, make me a Better me Lord.
It kept us going. It was a fuel to our fire. She fasted, starved and as dark skinned as she was, her knees got knuckle because she was always on her knees.
I call her the the Royal soldier. She fought with her dignity intact.
She never settled for less. She never fanned a dim flame. She knew there was more.
Guess what guys, few years after i came into being, I found my ass in University of Nigeria Nsukka, not as a Lost sheep, not as an illegal immigrant, not as a Wanderer
But as a student, seeking to change the sad history.
I want Moms to have the best old age. My brothers and I wants that. I didn't know how it was gonna get done here when i came but i knew i didn't bring myself after all, Grace did.
And quite funny, the universe which didn't smile at me at birth, is just so in favor of me right now. Even the foreign environment favors me.
My aura has just rewritten fate.
Till date guys, mom is still grinding.
Dad is holidaying in heavens.
Big bro is making it big, Younger ones still schooling
And i ain't stopping.
I hate quitting
Here I am riding on Grace Mom's song confessions really worked.
We are better, bigger
And nothing close to what we've been through.
We reflect the future we are travelling to.
It could only be you God.
Happy Winning to Me
If you find anyone looking for the popular GRASS TO GRACE send them to me, because I am a typical example.
Much love Moms
Keep resting Dads
My Brothers, Love you you all.
You guys are the unbreakable Sixer Gang.
Life of a Pablo
@Pablo_Jr_6
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