Dear boy, I see you
With your eyes of steel with which you stare down the pack of wolves who will try to eat you up
Your love language is vulgarism because the street is no respecter of person
You scream Aba, Aba till you turn hoarse but your heart has a choir of its own singing songs that involves hallelujah and a ray of sunshine
I see you, boy
You've tried to make lemonade out of lemons life served you but it seems like these yellow buses will stretch out into your future till you run out of juice
You've smoked enough chimneys of smoke from exhaust pipes, you should be called The Piper
You like to think you're Goliath when bottles are broken and bodies are shoved but you end up Joseph, thrown effortlessly into the dry well
The scars like zebra stripes on your back tells the story
But of course, you mask your face like a confession to a priest when that face in a bus judges the scars you burnt into a tattoo
I see you
When you try to fall asleep in the bus park
Under the night sky with mosquitoes singing love song
This bus park that has become your orbit 24/7
One you hate and love
For man must survive and you need bread to do so
It's not your fault you had no silver spoon
You dream of cities undiscovered you'll name after your younger brother
And a happy tomorrow you promised Nne
When you wake up with tears in your eyes, you'll say it's the onions from Mama Rashida
Because, hard man, hard man
Dear boy, you're 17
And I see you
Las las, e go dey alright.
Daily affirmation by think and grow rich by Napoleon Hills
By 28th Feb next year, I'm hoping to accumulate a next worth of $40,000 and monthly income in excess of $2,000 .
To make this a reality, I'm willing to work for blurt blockchain if given the opportunity to showcase my skills. Have talked to friends to join blurt, and I'm hopeful we'll have them here.