Your Life Is Special

I was five when Mama told me life is special. First and foremost I didn't understand. Because the way she sounded seems strange. All that came into my mind then was that she was speaking of the destiny I'm about to walk into.

She had forced me to learn English and literature so that when I grew up I will become a lawyer. She love their dressing code and so wanted me to look like them in the future. Sometimes I would be wandering of the kind of mother's I came through.

My mother will just abandon her business in a close shop and stay under the sun watching moving lawyers with their black gown. The last time she did that, our midnight prayer point was all about 'Becoming a Lawyer'

I wasn't evoke by any means. Instead, I decided to join plane thinkers and start making shift money's. First, it wasn't easy—the sacrifice—the submission—and the forbearance.

The aftermaths was what actually made me to return to Mama's advice and floggings.... My life is special. Both to Steemit and entire environs. It's special and the world wanna hear my voice...