I hope it grace by sundry, routes to which i ply into legendary. pressure attended me to instill fury, but continued like a camel not weary.

Fate belittled my ability.
In my minds eye Saw uncertainty and instability,
Encroached thoughts of mounting high.

In no sense came several lines,
Birthed by the inks of arch pens,
Now fear and ignorance went asylum,
Gone to remain in the land of Tornum.

From the time of the beginnings,
I possessed no portion in scribble.
Admires and aspirations blew on me the wind of scribble,
Then from unencyclopedic head came word scramble.

Rigid the price appeared on the sand surface.
Only a spoon full dust to the gold,
Nights of sleeplessness tarry to study.
Limitation and ignorance now is starved.

Akinwumi S.O