I Don’t Want One Mentor
by Joel Mwakasege I sent a letter like this every Tuesday on my private email list.
Every day when I wake up, I always think of what I should do next to become successful.
I have very little tolerance for martyrdom. It’s the helplessness and the “feel sorry for me” mindset. I am…
Every gleaming dawn came slowly to this man. It was almost as if the sun was trying to shy away from him as he carried his age with elegance and his pride with a sense of wisdom that only time could deliver.
Baby Girl. Little Girl. Young Lady.
Dark brown curly/wavy hair. Dark brown eyes. Pale skin. Moles. Gap Between the Front Teeth. Thin. Tall. Boobless. Youth.
Hi.
Beautiful.
