like a Nigerian road, so is, the journey of life.
Never smooth,
never straight. But the good news is, it's endurable.
the stories in life are of high voltage, it shocks pretty much.
Even when you flown off the cliff. Endure.
the lips of many, is like a spade, puncturing the earth of any victim. They wage their tongue, trying to bring you down. Don't loose your focus, endure.
the road is dark, it's highly slippery. Without the right wears, you can slip off, even without reaching your domain. Endurance is a fitting wear, put it on.
things turn so killing,
especially the money absence. The Huge to to fulfill your lust, bits harder. But never give in. It's a matter of time. No one gets to the top without paying the price of climbing. Endure.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem