stori yangu

i woke up  a flashy man made glitters of a florescence. a place where no regret could ever establish a colony .a supersonic environment fragranced by flourishing aroma of riches .my first cry was the much anticipated millenia ring-tone and nothing could ever stop the burning flares of my ability.

the fresh environment hibernated the toils of  a great grand ,for everything seemed so in place that
even a slight doubt couldn't be cultured.
from tender age my natural eye binoculars and ever keenness has been my survivor savior

#tatam instead of madam welcomed my prima-pseudo that transited to later grade
i muscled my brain to grasp all the cream of all stages and if wishes could leak the fossilized ideas then, my life could be a full time heaven lifestyle


three years down the line the natural sparks of the southern cross  stars ,morning and evening stars confirmed to me the reality check that knocked our way. the locally thatched @msonge hut  with a traumatic  soil odor combined decomposing pee of our #he goats revealed the mess

fracas erupted  here and there but they couldn't corrupt my mind

as a chosen idol remains precious and mightily endowed plus protected in the middle of any war .Gods extreme favors and mercies navigated me into glory

life never seemed to  get sweeter anytime soon .the sharp claws of poverty hopelessness all were alarmingly brutal
the tough journey, parachutes if wisdom all assisted me in the hilly turmoils of life,rockets of compassion ,joy enmeshed  in mighty mega favoritism all saved the attacks.life bore sweeter butterflied vengeance.for inspectorate :salutes i gained daily

the journey i have walked no talk can elaborately narrate.but in the deep archives of my personality i treasure,value most ,love entirely and remain faithfully loyal to my ROYAL FATHER ,THE LORD,GOD ALMIGHTY AND HIS HOLY TRINITY