Victory, shortly
Mood:  lyrical
Here I am today, trying to be stronger and better than I was yesterday. To do things a little bit different knowing that the subtle differences would make a big change further down the line. My parents are still very much away and so are my guardians (my aunt and uncle) It's been incredibly lonely without them. And I just wonder, if you had told me weeks ago that I would be feeling this way, I would laugh in your face. But well, here am, taking everyday as it comes.

Everyday, I live to learn something new about this complex race I belong to - homo-sapiens/Africanus/Nigerianus/ Yorubasiae. I have watched for long in the secret observatory in my soul. I have climbed the staircase of discovery wearily sundown after sunup. I have written in the tome of remembrance, walked te hallways of wonder and still I know I have not even begun to scratch the encrusted surface.

Yet, I must trudge on wearily. Even when the light beyond the tunnel is obstructed, when the rays are delayed by the fog of mystery and the mist of secrets. I must wade through the sea of dissimilitude and pair together the brothers of diversity. I must draw to a close as my spirit pen flows thick and fluid, blotting the pages of expression, sinking to rise again, someday, victorious