It is a growling walk across the Himalayas inside an obscure breathing cloth of my subconscious state of being. Here comes the billionaire merchant, presumably my future is so enticing for him to bruise the heels of his pocket full of dirty shekels. When it seemed as if he would buy one`s life and place it into a ripples of failed hopeful dream, the hand of GOD flew down from the sharp shadows of the universe just to save me.I am so lucky to have a mighty GOD as my protector.
From Bulututu Ozuah
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