I just had to work my way through life. Life at that time to
me only meant good grades, nothing more. I did. I actually asked someone who
was in then class eight to wake me up every morning to read before the usual
morning preps. I made a decision that my success was in my hands, and I had to
do something if I was to get back again. So there I was, again...
I saw my mother approach, from afar. She wore a yellow coat. I felt a feeling of relieve. That I was no longer alone. When she reached my bed, she stood by my side. We did not talk. We just stared. At least that is what I recall. I wondered where the rest of my family was. I later came to know about the various restrictions that had been put at the time. Keep reading.
Nice one so someone decided to get back to his lost glory��
ReplyDeleteWell, we could say that for now. But let's follow on to see if it lasted. Have you subscribed to get email alerts on all posts? Please do so and don't forget to share to inspire. Cheers!
DeleteHahaa I doubt of it did
ReplyDeleteHaha, stay tuned to find out.
DeleteBest regards, David Ruwa