Once upon a time, reproach killed my zeal to climb the highest pinnacle of Mt. Everest. My eyes were darkened so that I would become as blind as failure, austerity filled my thick sweet lips with kisses of vinegar. I was almost blotted out from the books of sanity, the wrathful anger of the clouds took away my pride.
Moreover, I still believed that my river of
aspirations will never drown inside the desert of afflictions. It took me many years to become a wonder to many, God chose the right time and the perfect elevation. My life has become a wonderful story of success and victory.
From Bulututu Ozuah
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