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Hello, how are you all holding up?  Well, a new story is brewing, I'm mixing the ingredients so very carefully to get the desired taste and quality. I don't want to rush lest it comes out something opposite of what you would expect. On that note, enjoy this piece, and drop some feedback would you? Peace ✌️. They see me creating online,  hinting every now and again  that I'm wasting my time,  does it have an impact though  why  isn't it  giving you money right now  why  don't you go sell sweets  or  smokies  or  eggs in the streets Do they even fucking believe Everytime is  why  can't you be  Like so and so working corporate? earning a fat cheque you just linger in juakali  Which most of the time is unsteady I've defended my vision  but that has only made them see me as the devil funny they want me to repent Turn from my supposed crooked ways like someone bitten by the zombies From walking dead

 Yes, it’s a struggle. I have been there; done that but there is always great sunset in the horizon. I know the sweat and the tears it takes to “achieve it” in this primal youth of ours. The youth, in each part of the world, across our vast seven continents, face a multitude of demons in search of their great emergence to the elite society. The craving of success is deep in every single youth out here. What defines the gold from the soil? That’s what am here to elaborate to you today. There is a simple method to rise in the ranks in our community. A great shadow of dim darkness is hovering over our youth today. Think that where they are, they are meant to be there. I have met many, along my adventures around this prestige land of ours and have gazed upon the greatest problem affecting our youth, embracing their comfort zone. They don't realize there is a great abyss of opportunity lacking out there. Most youth don’t know that opportunity doesn’t come out of the sky just to fuel the...

 In my loneliness  I have been thinking about houses Big flat roofs away in an island Big flamboyant tv sets in every room Big kitchen with a huge fridge filled with Beef  Big cars in the parking lot Everyday I pull up  in a different branded buggati Black sun glasses not to bounce off sun's rays But to erase my sadness from people's thoughts when they look into my pupils Big buggy army coat nude chest outside  They will say I am living my life the life What they will never know is... I am hiding  behind someone  who is believed to be me Big payslip Armed to the the tooth  with G bags in a back pack A 'Big' mini bar is my heaven  Whisky Angels keep shouting to me Hallelujah Black KEG on a cylinder  right beside my Big Bed of Roses I would remain drunk  for as long as I live For the soul purpose of escaping reality Vast collection of Poetry anthologies on my library Huge chunks of cash st ashed in my pocket  just incase I need t...

 What do they do Those working 8 am to 8 pm Monday to Sunday What do they do  With their free time They drink  They smoke  They indulge in quick fun Coz they know  It's only a few hours to work Having to wash, buy, visit, rest, talk to,  tend to this and that in a span of a few hours No time for dates and flirting games Quick sex No time to boil meat Quick snack They have a lot to say but settle on small chitchat Once believers of dreams Now they are just but slaves of time Have barely two choices in life One is hard to choose The other already chosen for them  Headaches over deadlines Misfits Taking a cold shower trying on different suits  Doesn't make you fresh Only way to forget is to get drunk  Or  lay with someone who won't ask questions This is life for many of us It's how we thrive As long it puts food On other people's tables and  you look hardworking infront of their eyes you are good Time waits for no man Norman's clock ha...

Oh I am a wreck Everything I touch I break From hearts to promises I always end up with regrets Is it me  or  is there somebody else  living  inside my body? I don’t feel like myself Sometimes  I plan to get up the next morning  go to work But night comes  I can’t sleep  so I don’t come out of this bed  in sunrise  because I feel exhausted  and I can’t relax There comes a time  I don’t even know  what date or time it is I just exist  in the moment  trying to run away from reality This is a 100km race Am sweating and panting profusely  but I don’t see the finish line  after an everlasting race I might lose it already  hope is cascading I might be fading beyond recognition I don’t recognize this man  I have grown to be Am growing less each day of my life  and  I have a son who looks up to me I believe he does  maybe he doesn’t I just can’t contemplate  How do I raise a Son...