My hunger for success is incurable, nothing shall break the backbone of my dreams. The vineyard of my heart is an unquenchable faith in GOD. My hope is built on nothing else but the power of the SUPREME BEING, that's the solid rock on which I have planted my mortal feet.
Like the stream of rushing winds, I glide my way through the thickest forest of trials, I have died a dozen times yet I am still alive. Just like an eagle, I soar higher than the towering mountains of life. So many swords flew from the camp of the MASKED BEING, furiously racing towards the chambers of
From: BULUTUTU OZUAH