Dear Hustler Poem by John Paul Sam Nkwain

Dear hustler, you are about to go hustle.
Dear hustler; as a hustler, take all your hustling tools.
Dear hustler, you are going to the wilderness and a battle field.
In the forest be ready to meet a lions and wild animals.
Be ready to be hunted

Time and again dark may be the pathway,
As foes will allure
And danger signals rife
That is the life of a hustler.
Just keep close to your Guide.

Remember to always look behind.
That is the natural rule for survival
Snakes and their kind in the forests
tip-toe behind you
One devastating strike and you are gone.

Remember to be peace with everyone
Especially to the friend you will call wife.
That is the social rule for survival.
Friends will look so innocent
But don't get too close.
Friends are legendary for bizarre activities
Once they entangle you
There may be little or no chance to escape.

Keep step with the Intelligent Designer
He will guide your coming and going.
If you win the battle, I will be proud.
If you lose, I will still be proud.
And if it comes to the worst
come back home; there is space for the lost.
Tell your friends to bring you home too.
It can happen.