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It’s ironic, people never see the tears behind the glued smiles, yet the eyes are meant to reveal the truth about a person. There’s always a story to tell and as a believer that life throws melons and stones to all, there are always two sides of a coin. Life cannot be that cruel to curse only a selected. So what do you see when you see me? The sweats? The tears or the smile? The devil or the angel? I’ll leave that to debate.

I laugh, I live, I love. Am a man destined to be great, am Martin Luther fighting for equality or Mandela fighting for freedom in a world that’s a prison as an understatement. I am Gates or Zuckenberg’ building legacies that cannot be tarnished, I am me. So behind the bulging veins popping from my forehead or the pain behind my spine know I am meant to be great, a victim of broken bones that make me angry but happy at the same time because I know I can, now or tomorrow, life is a cycle revolving around a cycling world.So carry on brother!!! Carry on sister!!! We are doers!!!