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REAL MOMENTS It was my birthday yesterday, songs of praises filled my heart and I feel nothing but gratitude mixed with pain. I thought of the days of humble beginnings, uncertain dreams and fears for the future. I reminiscence on my childhood days, the innocence, the daring moments, friends, childhood curiosity and the blessings of multitude of siblings. We cheered, we fought, agreed and disagreed. Above all we formed a company of defending champions and supporting when necessary. I thought of many folks out there saddled with the weight of how to make their dreams come through despite all odds. This is for the boy, girl, teenager, youth, man and woman who carry in them an enviable destiny waiting for their time in the time of life to manifest. Keep up doing the work, follow your passion, labour for what you believe in your best days are here to stay. The miracles we often seek; are most times a few steps away from us. Just because we have waited for it for so long a time makes it look as though we need to travel far or exact ourselves to obtain it. In your troubled days; force joy, embrace gratitude at least for the gift of life. You sure can’t buy that off the stall. Remind yourself that this too will pass and your miracles will over turn your miseries. Your set day will over shadow your gloomy days. You are steps away from your best days. Keep your track on the path.

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