𝗧𝗼 𝗺𝗲𝗮𝘀𝘂𝗿𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗴𝗿𝗼𝘄𝘁𝗵, 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗺𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗽𝗲𝗿𝘀𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝗯𝗲𝗹𝗶𝗲𝗳 𝗶𝗻 𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂'𝗿𝗲 𝘆𝗲𝘁 𝘁𝗼 𝗯𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝗻 𝘄𝗵𝗼 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗮𝗿𝗲.
#𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗱𝘀𝗺𝗮𝗻𝗼𝗳𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗴𝗿𝗲𝘀𝘀

𝖬𝗒 𝖽𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗆 𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗂𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝖽𝗈𝗅𝗅𝖺𝗋 𝗆𝖾𝗆𝗈𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗉𝖺𝗂𝗇 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝖺 𝗆𝗂𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝖽𝗈𝗅𝗅𝖺𝗋 𝗆𝖾𝗆𝗈𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝖺 𝖻𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝖿𝗎𝗍𝗎𝗋𝖾
(#𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖽𝗌𝗆𝖺𝗇𝗈𝖿𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗀𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌)

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚊𝚞𝚝𝚢 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚕𝚊𝚢 𝚒𝚗 𝚖𝚢 𝚒𝚗𝚗𝚘𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚊𝚢𝚜.

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚘𝚗
𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝚠𝚑𝚢 𝚖𝚢 𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚊𝚜𝚗𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚢
𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚟𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 '𝚜𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚖𝚎' 𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛.
𝙰𝚕𝚕 𝚒 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢, c⃨𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚋𝚕𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚍 𝚒 𝚠𝚊𝚜

𝙻𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚍𝚛𝚘𝚙 𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚠𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚋𝚊𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚜𝚎. 𝗂 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝖺𝗇 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗉𝖾𝖼𝗍𝗈𝗋 𝗈𝖿 𝗌𝖼𝗁𝗈𝗈𝗅𝗌 𝖺𝗌 𝗂 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾𝖽 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝖺𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋.
. .   . 𝖶𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗆𝖾.....
𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚜 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚍
𝚂𝚘𝚘𝚗 𝚒 𝚏𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚛𝚎𝚏𝚞𝚐𝚎 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚝𝚜
𝚂𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚗𝚘 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚍
𝙸 𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚍𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚒 𝚠𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚘𝚛 𝚊 𝚍𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚔
𝙽𝚘𝚝 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚕𝚎𝚎𝚙
𝙶𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚜 𝚒 𝚜𝚕𝚞𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚗 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚞𝚗𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚞𝚒𝚕𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜
𝚂𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚖𝚢 𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚗 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚝𝚜 𝚊 "𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚙" 𝚕𝚊𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝙼𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚃𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚛𝚝 𝚒 𝚐𝚘𝚝 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚖𝚢 𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚘𝚏𝚏 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛
𝙸𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚒 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚑𝚞𝚛𝚌𝚑 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚕 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚙𝚕𝚢𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝗍𝗈𝗈
𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚛𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗂 𝗁𝖺𝖽.........

𝙷𝚊𝚕𝚏 𝚗𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚖𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚗𝚝 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚎, 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝗂 𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚗𝚝 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝚙𝚛𝚊𝚢𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚛 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝙶𝚘𝚍
𝙸 𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚌𝚑𝚞𝚛𝚌𝚑 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚒 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚖
𝚆𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚝, 𝚒 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚛𝚞𝚐𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝚞𝚙
𝚈𝚎𝚜 𝚒 𝚔𝚎𝚙𝚝 𝚝𝚛𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚔𝚎𝚎𝚙 𝚐𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚊𝚜 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝚒 𝚊𝚖 𝚏𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚊𝚛 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚒𝚘𝚗
𝙸 𝚖𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚍 𝚌𝚑𝚞𝚛𝚌𝚑 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚑𝚞𝚛𝚌𝚑 𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜 𝚒𝗇𝚌𝚕𝚞𝚜𝚒𝚟𝚎
𝙸 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚝 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚝𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝙸𝚜𝚕𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚌 𝚙𝚛𝚊𝚢𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚐𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚞𝚜 𝚙𝚒𝚕𝚊𝚞 𝚊𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚊𝗁. 𝖮𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖼𝗁𝗎𝗋𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗌 𝗈𝖿𝖿𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗎𝗌 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖿𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝗌𝗍𝗎𝖿𝖿𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝖼𝖺𝗋𝗋𝗒 𝗁𝗈𝗆𝖾.

𝙼𝚢 𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚜 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚕 𝚒 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚊 𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝗌 𝚝𝚘𝚘.

𝙼𝚢 𝚐𝚘𝚊𝚕𝚜 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚕𝚎𝚎𝚙
𝚒 𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚍 𝚍𝚘𝚐𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝗈𝖿𝖿𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗆𝖾 𝗌𝖾𝖼𝗎𝗋𝗂𝗍𝗒 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖾𝖾𝗍𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝗉𝖾𝗈𝗉𝗅𝖾𝗌 𝖿𝖺𝗋𝗆𝗌 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗂 𝗁𝗎𝗇𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖿𝗋𝗎𝗂𝗍𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝖼𝗋𝖺𝗉.
𝖬𝗒 𝖽𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗆 𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗂𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝖽𝗈𝗅𝗅𝖺𝗋 𝗆𝖾𝗆𝗈𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗉𝖺𝗂𝗇 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝖺 𝗆𝗂𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝖽𝗈𝗅𝗅𝖺𝗋 𝗆𝖾𝗆𝗈𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝖺 𝖻𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝖿𝗎𝗍𝗎𝗋𝖾 (#𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖽𝗌𝗆𝖺𝗇𝗈𝖿𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗀𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌)
𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚊𝚞𝚝𝚢 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚕𝚊𝚢 𝚒𝚗 𝚖𝚢 𝚒𝚗𝚗𝚘𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚊𝚢𝚜.

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O⃨u⃨t⃨ o⃨f⃨ t⃨h⃨e⃨ m⃨a⃨n⃨y⃨ d⃨e⃨c⃨i⃨s⃨i⃨o⃨n⃨s⃨
Y⃨o⃨u⃨ a⃨r⃨e⃨ o⃨f⃨f⃨ t⃨o⃨ s⃨e⃨t⃨t⃨l⃨e⃨ w⃨i⃨t⃨h⃨ a⃨n⃨d⃨ f⃨o⃨r⃨ o⃨n⃨e⃨
T⃨h⃨e⃨ o⃨n⃨e⃨ t⃨h⃨a⃨t⃨ w⃨i⃨l⃨l⃨ b⃨r⃨i⃨d⃨g⃨e⃨ y⃨o⃨u⃨ o⃨r⃨ e⃨x⃨c⃨e⃨p⃨t⃨i⃨o⃨n⃨a⃨l⃨l⃨y⃨ b⃨r⃨e⃨a⃨k⃨ y⃨o⃨u⃨
B⃨u⃨t⃨ h⃨o⃨w⃨ a⃨r⃨e⃨ y⃨o⃨u⃨ t⃨o⃨ k⃨n⃨o⃨w⃨ f⃨r⃨a⃨n⃨g⃨i⃨l⃨e⃨ h⃨e⃨a⃨r⃨t⃨
T⃨h⃨e⃨r⃨e⃨ c⃨o⃨m⃨e⃨s⃨ t⃨h⃨e⃨ o⃨u⃨t⃨r⃨a⃨g⃨g⃨e⃨d⃨ t⃨e⃨m⃨p⃨t⃨a⃨t⃨i⃨o⃨n⃨
t⃨h⃨e⃨ d⃨e⃨v⃨i⃨l h⃨i⃨m⃨s⃨e⃨l⃨f⃨ s⃨a⃨l⃨i⃨v⃨a⃨t⃨i⃨n⃨g⃨ o⃨v⃨e⃨r⃨ y⃨o⃨u⃨r⃨ l⃨a⃨c⃨k⃨ o⃨f⃨ o⃨p⃨t⃨i⃨c⃨a⃨l⃨ t⃨h⃨i⃨n⃨k⃨i⃨n⃨g⃨

T⃨h⃨e⃨ v⃨i⃨r⃨g⃨i⃨n⃨ s⃨i⃨n⃨n⃨e⃨r⃨ i⃨s⃨ a⃨s⃨t⃨r⃨a⃨y⃨, w⃨a⃨l⃨k⃨i⃨n⃨g⃨ w⃨i⃨t⃨h⃨ a⃨ d⃨a⃨s⃨h⃨i⃨n⃨g⃨ d⃨a⃨r⃨e⃨
W⃨h⃨i⃨l⃨e⃨ m⃨y⃨ e⃨y⃨e⃨s⃨ a⃨r⃨e⃨ f⃨o⃨c⃨u⃨s⃨e⃨d⃨, t⃨h⃨e⃨ u⃨n⃨b⃨e⃨a⃨t⃨a⃨b⃨l⃨e⃨ f⃨a⃨i⃨t⃨h⃨ i⃨n⃨ m⃨e⃨
S⃨h⃨u⃨t⃨t⃨e⃨r⃨ a⃨n⃨d⃨ i⃨n⃨c⃨l⃨i⃨n⃨e⃨ w⃨i⃨t⃨h⃨i⃨n⃨ t⃨h⃨e⃨ r⃨e⃨m⃨e⃨d⃨y⃨, c⃨a⃨t⃨c⃨h⃨ d⃨o⃨w⃨n⃨ h⃨e⃨r⃨e⃨ c⃨o⃨m⃨e⃨s⃨ y⃨o⃨u⃨r⃨ e⃨s⃨c⃨a⃨p⃨e⃨
S⃨t⃨r⃨i⃨p⃨ y⃨o⃨u⃨r⃨ t⃨h⃨o⃨u⃨g⃨h⃨t⃨s⃨ a⃨n⃨d⃨ d⃨i⃨v⃨e⃨ i⃨n⃨t⃨o⃨ r⃨e⃨a⃨l⃨i⃨t⃨y⃨, h⃨a⃨v⃨e⃨ a⃨ p⃨i⃨e⃨c⃨e⃨ o⃨f⃨ f⃨l⃨e⃨s⃨h⃨ a⃨n⃨d⃨ s⃨w⃨a⃨l⃨l⃨o⃨w⃨ t⃨o⃨ t⃨h⃨e⃨ p⃨r⃨i⃨d⃨e⃨ o⃨f⃨ d⃨i⃨v⃨e⃨r⃨s⃨i⃨o⃨n⃨
D⃨e⃨c⃨l⃨i⃨n⃨e⃨ i⃨n⃨t⃨i⃨m⃨a⃨c⃨y⃨ a⃨s⃨ y⃨o⃨u⃨ w⃨a⃨y⃨ f⃨o⃨r⃨ a⃨ q⃨u⃨a⃨r⃨t⃨e⃨r⃨ m⃨i⃨l⃨a⃨g⃨e⃨
W⃨a⃨l⃨k⃨ t⃨h⃨e⃨ t⃨a⃨l⃨e⃨s⃨ o⃨f⃨ n⃨o⃨ r⃨e⃨v⃨e⃨r⃨s⃨e⃨ i⃨n⃨ t⃨h⃨e⃨ m⃨i⃨d⃨ o⃨f⃨ t⃨h⃨e⃨ d⃨i⃨t⃨c⃨h⃨, s⃨w⃨o⃨r⃨d⃨ o⃨u⃨t⃨ a⃨n⃨d⃨ b⃨l⃨a⃨z⃨e⃨ f⃨o⃨r⃨t⃨h⃨.

𝙼𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚔𝚛𝚊𝚊𝚕
𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚎𝚡𝚌𝚎𝚙𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕
𝚆𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚗𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚋𝚞𝚖𝚙𝚜 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚟𝚎𝚍
𝙰 𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚗 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚜
𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚍𝚘𝚠.
𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚔𝚗𝚎𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎  𝚊 𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚜𝚎 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚍𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚌𝚎

𝚃𝚘 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚕𝚒𝚙𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚖𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝
𝙷𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚕 𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚟𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚙𝚞𝚛𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚎

𝙸𝚝 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚊𝚐𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚝 𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚗𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚘𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚠𝚜
𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚒𝚗 𝚌𝚘𝚠 𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚔 𝚜𝚝𝚢𝚕𝚎
𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚙 𝚊𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚊 𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚜𝚎
𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚊 𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚍
𝚆𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚔 𝚙𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝚜𝚔𝚒𝚗
𝙲𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚠𝚗𝚎𝚛, 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚋𝚢 𝚜𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚕𝚊𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜
#𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚍𝚜𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚏𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜

O⃨n⃨c⃨e⃨ b⃨e⃨f⃨o⃨r⃨e⃨ i⃨ w⃨e⃨r⃨e⃨ o⃨f⃨ a⃨g⃨e⃨
s⃨u⃨f⃨f⃨e⃨r⃨i⃨n⃨g⃨ i⃨s⃨ a⃨l⃨l⃨ i⃨ k⃨n⃨e⃨w⃨
t⃨h⃨e⃨ b⃨e⃨s⃨t⃨ t⃨h⃨i⃨n⃨g⃨ t⃨h⃨a⃨t⃨ h⃨a⃨d⃨ e⃨v⃨e⃨r⃨ h⃨a⃨p⃨p⃨e⃨n⃨e⃨d⃨ t⃨o⃨ m⃨e⃨ w⃨a⃨s⃨ c⃨r⃨y⃨i⃨n⃨g⃨
i⃨ d⃨i⃨d⃨ i⃨t⃨ a⃨s⃨ a⃨ h⃨o⃨b⃨b⃨y⃨ a⃨s⃨ w⃨e⃨l⃨l⃨ a⃨s⃨ i⃨n⃨ s⃨o⃨r⃨r⃨o⃨w⃨
A⃨l⃨l⃨ t⃨h⃨a⃨t⃨ s⃨u⃨r⃨r⃨o⃨u⃨n⃨d⃨e⃨d⃨ m⃨e⃨ n⃨e⃨v⃨e⃨r⃨ m⃨a⃨d⃨e⃨ a⃨n⃨y⃨ s⃨e⃨n⃨s⃨e⃨
t⃨h⃨e⃨ r⃨i⃨c⃨h⃨ a⃨n⃨d⃨ p⃨o⃨o⃨r⃨ l⃨i⃨v⃨e⃨d⃨ a⃨l⃨i⃨k⃨e⃨
f⃨o⃨r⃨ t⃨h⃨e⃨y⃨ c⃨a⃨r⃨e⃨d⃨ n⃨o⃨t⃨ a⃨b⃨o⃨u⃨t⃨ m⃨e⃨
i⃨ c⃨a⃨r⃨e⃨d⃨ t⃨o⃨ p⃨l⃨a⃨y⃨ w⃨i⃨t⃨h⃨ o⃨t⃨h⃨e⃨r⃨ k⃨i⃨d⃨s⃨
b⃨u⃨t⃨ c⃨o⃨u⃨l⃨d⃨n⃨t⃨ a⃨f⃨f⃨o⃨r⃨d⃨ h⃨o⃨w⃨ i⃨ d⃨r⃨e⃨s⃨s⃨e⃨d⃨
f⃨o⃨r⃨ m⃨y⃨ o⃨w⃨n⃨ f⃨e⃨e⃨t⃨ h⃨a⃨d⃨ n⃨o⃨ s⃨a⃨n⃨d⃨a⃨l⃨s⃨
e⃨v⃨e⃨r⃨y⃨ d⃨a⃨y⃨ i⃨ c⃨l⃨i⃨m⃨b⃨e⃨d⃨ t⃨h⃨e⃨i⃨r⃨ w⃨a⃨l⃨l⃨s⃨ t⃨o⃨ w⃨a⃨t⃨c⃨h⃨ t⃨h⃨e⃨ g⃨a⃨m⃨e⃨s⃨ t⃨h⃨e⃨y⃨ p⃨l⃨a⃨y⃨e⃨d⃨
T⃨h⃨a⃨n⃨k⃨ G⃨o⃨d⃨ i⃨ w⃨a⃨s⃨n⃨t⃨ s⃨h⃨o⃨t⃨ f⃨o⃨r⃨ i⃨n⃨t⃨r⃨u⃨d⃨i⃨n⃨g⃨
T⃨h⃨e⃨ l⃨o⃨n⃨e⃨l⃨y⃨ s⃨o⃨l⃨e⃨ i⃨ w⃨a⃨s⃨
h⃨o⃨u⃨s⃨e⃨ w⃨o⃨r⃨k⃨ c⃨o⃨v⃨e⃨r⃨e⃨d⃨ m⃨y⃨ s⃨c⃨h⃨o⃨o⃨l⃨ s⃨y⃨l⃨l⃨a⃨b⃨u⃨s⃨
e⃨a⃨c⃨h⃨ d⃨a⃨y⃨ w⃨a⃨v⃨i⃨n⃨g⃨ t⃨o⃨ t⃨h⃨o⃨s⃨e⃨ g⃨o⃨i⃨n⃨g⃨ t⃨o⃨ s⃨c⃨h⃨o⃨o⃨l⃨
W⃨h⃨e⃨n⃨ i⃨ g⃨o⃨t⃨ a⃨ c⃨h⃨a⃨n⃨c⃨e⃨ t⃨o⃨ s⃨t⃨u⃨d⃨y⃨ i⃨ d⃨i⃨d⃨n⃨t⃨ m⃨i⃨n⃨d⃨ w⃨a⃨l⃨k⃨i⃨n⃨g⃨ m⃨o⃨r⃨e⃨ t⃨h⃨a⃨n⃨ 5K⃨M⃨ a⃨ d⃨a⃨y⃨ f⃨o⃨r⃨ a⃨ c⃨h⃨i⃨l⃨d⃨
i⃨ c⃨a⃨n⃨ r⃨e⃨m⃨e⃨m⃨b⃨e⃨r⃨ m⃨o⃨r⃨e⃨ c⃨a⃨i⃨n⃨s⃨ t⃨h⃨a⃨n⃨ a⃨ h⃨e⃨l⃨p⃨i⃨n⃨g⃨ h⃨a⃨n⃨d⃨
M⃨a⃨n⃨y⃨ t⃨i⃨m⃨e⃨s⃨ i⃨ w⃨o⃨n⃨d⃨e⃨r⃨e⃨d⃨ m⃨y⃨ p⃨u⃨r⃨p⃨o⃨s⃨e⃨ o⃨f⃨ e⃨x⃨i⃨s⃨t⃨e⃨n⃨c⃨e⃨ a⃨m⃨i⃨d⃨s⃨t⃨ m⃨y⃨ u⃨n⃨b⃨e⃨a⃨r⃨a⃨b⃨l⃨e⃨ s⃨i⃨t⃨u⃨a⃨t⃨i⃨o⃨n⃨s⃨
M⃨y⃨ h⃨e⃨a⃨r⃨t⃨ g⃨r⃨e⃨w⃨ w⃨e⃨a⃨r⃨y⃨ a⃨n⃨d⃨ j⃨e⃨l⃨o⃨u⃨s⃨y⃨
w⃨h⃨i⃨l⃨e⃨ i⃨ w⃨a⃨s⃨ w⃨o⃨n⃨d⃨e⃨r⃨i⃨n⃨g⃨ w⃨h⃨y⃨ f⃨o⃨r⃨t⃨u⃨n⃨e⃨ c⃨h⃨o⃨s⃨e⃨ a⃨f⃨e⃨w⃨
i⃨ l⃨i⃨v⃨e⃨ t⃨o⃨ a⃨ t⃨e⃨s⃨t⃨i⃨m⃨o⃨n⃨y⃨ o⃨f⃨ m⃨y⃨ t⃨e⃨a⃨r⃨s⃨
a⃨s⃨ i⃨ f⃨o⃨u⃨n⃨d⃨ r⃨e⃨f⃨u⃨g⃨e⃨ i⃨n⃨ g⃨a⃨b⃨a⃨g⃨e⃨ a⃨n⃨d⃨ s⃨t⃨e⃨e⃨l⃨ c⃨o⃨l⃨l⃨e⃨c⃨t⃨i⃨o⃨n⃨
I⃨t⃨ s⃨o⃨o⃨n⃨ p⃨a⃨i⃨d⃨ o⃨f⃨f⃨ i⃨n⃨ h⃨a⃨r⃨d⃨w⃨o⃨r⃨k⃨

I⃨ c⃨o⃨l⃨l⃨e⃨c⃨t⃨e⃨d⃨ c⃨o⃨i⃨n⃨ a⃨f⃨t⃨e⃨r⃨ c⃨o⃨i⃨n⃨
m⃨a⃨d⃨e⃨ r⃨o⃨u⃨n⃨d⃨s⃨ o⃨f⃨ s⃨w⃨e⃨a⃨t⃨ w⃨i⃨t⃨h⃨ n⃨o⃨ w⃨o⃨r⃨k⃨ d⃨i⃨s⃨c⃨r⃨i⃨m⃨i⃨n⃨a⃨t⃨i⃨o⃨n⃨
M⃨y⃨ b⃨a⃨r⃨e⃨ h⃨a⃨n⃨d⃨s⃨ h⃨a⃨v⃨e⃨ m⃨o⃨l⃨d⃨e⃨d⃨ m⃨e⃨ i⃨n⃨ w⃨o⃨r⃨k⃨ a⃨n⃨d⃨ p⃨r⃨a⃨y⃨e⃨r⃨

M⃨y⃨ j⃨o⃨u⃨r⃨n⃨e⃨y⃨ s⃨t⃨a⃨r⃨t⃨s⃨ n⃨o⃨w⃨
T⃨h⃨e⃨ f⃨u⃨t⃨u⃨r⃨e⃨ i⃨s⃨ a⃨ f⃨u⃨l⃨l⃨ t⃨i⃨m⃨e⃨ m⃨i⃨r⃨a⃨c⃨l⃨e⃨ a⃨n⃨d⃨ I⃨ a⃨m⃨ s⃨t⃨i⃨l⃨l⃨ h⃨e⃨r⃨e⃨
T⃨h⃨e⃨ h⃨e⃨a⃨v⃨e⃨n⃨s⃨ c⃨a⃨r⃨e⃨ i⃨f⃨ t⃨h⃨e⃨ w⃨o⃨r⃨l⃨d⃨ d⃨o⃨e⃨s⃨n⃨t⃨
O⃨n⃨ t⃨h⃨i⃨s⃨ v⃨e⃨r⃨g⃨e⃨ o⃨f⃨ f⃨i⃨n⃨d⃨i⃨n⃨g⃨ a⃨ b⃨e⃨t⃨t⃨e⃨r⃨ m⃨e⃨
I⃨ c⃨a⃨r⃨r⃨y⃨ a⃨l⃨o⃨n⃨g⃨ t⃨h⃨o⃨s⃨e⃨ i⃨n⃨ m⃨y⃨ w⃨a⃨y⃨
P⃨a⃨i⃨n⃨ i⃨s⃨ s⃨u⃨c⃨h⃨ a⃨ g⃨r⃨e⃨a⃨t⃨ t⃨e⃨a⃨c⃨h⃨e⃨r⃨
T⃨h⃨e⃨ f⃨u⃨t⃨u⃨r⃨e⃨ i⃨s⃨ b⃨r⃨i⃨g⃨h⃨t⃨e⃨r⃨ w⃨h⃨e⃨n⃨ m⃨a⃨n⃨y⃨ a⃨r⃨e⃨ j⃨n⃨ a⃨ b⃨e⃨t⃨t⃨e⃨r⃨ p⃨o⃨s⃨i⃨t⃨i⃨o⃨n⃨.

#h⃨e⃨r⃨d⃨s⃨m⃨a⃨n⃨o⃨f⃨p⃨r⃨o⃨g⃨r⃨e⃨s⃨s⃨

𝙸𝚝𝚜 Only 𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚝
𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛
𝚏𝚊𝚟𝚘𝚛

#𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚍𝚜𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚏𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜

There will be no valentine
I am not willing to die for our love
for if i go, who will stay with you

I know you fear cold nights
I wont go to watch you freeze
The vultures too are watching
from our dinner table
waiting for me to drop you
And so for our choice
Let valentines be today not tomorrow
Let it be now and forever
Tomorrow next is far to show you
Ready to nest you in my kraal

I am painted with your favorite color
and dressed like Santa
Let Christmas be today and Valentine now
We are limitless Grace bound us

An idea i never had
A thought out of my mind
Facts out of my case.

Soon i was set to stummer
Flip flapping my lips
on a verge of a slipping heart
falling for unranged beauty
A curse for my forever unportioned heart

I am now owned by a living
without debate and contemplation
I am gone with her.

Each time i run away
She is my destination
I am in a maze of love

يمكننا أن نرى غدا
من خلال أحلامنا الصالحة
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#راعي التقدم

World aint looking for ***** donors
It needs men who are pillars
Fathers, dads and husbands.
The real ones to create a future
to plan a safe, secure and bright.
Not only multiply and fail to care
Not to fill a generation with anger and curses
Not to veil mothers with the sorrow of solo responsibilty and burdens
To give children a hope and love of a family.
#herdsmanofprogress

The heart of a man
living at the height of struggle
Reaching out to better other souls
They don’t like you for reason
They like you for seasons.

Appended knee on smiles
We live to serve purpose
Only to the value of beholder

Enkindle with hope
Mwanadamu
This ain’t your world
Another place awaits after this world

#herdsmanofprogress

See from afar what you can afford
no price is greater than giving it a try
Take heart with a bold move
move not enough if you don’t pursue persistently.

There is gold in the deep of mud
A billion of alternatives for a better you
You are not an option, you are exceptional
you're a dream someone is looking for
a height to be hiked.

Look, focus in the wild
as destiny drives you closer to goals you will extinguish inabilities
lay a wreath to your worries, light a candle for glory
Choose you, before you’re chosen  as a living option in opinion.

To burn to flames and light the paths of many
To lift the veil of the broken hearts as they find love
To lay across rivers and become a bridge to people’s destination
To master minds and balance the scale of society
To dine with destitute and the poor for they know have a color of humility
To swerve through weariness and top the world’s greatest
To ray the best of me for many to better my best
To be a sky for all to aim at
#herdsmanofprogress

I am burning all my efforts to ashes

to let the dust write inspiration to the walls of worn out souls
#herdsmanofprogress

Worry is in me, it cried - as the knife closer
I beg to be spared, alas a volume of untamed voice Reechoed you can only live once
What then do cats with nine do! The departed syndromes
Who goes there, the juicy head on lays slain
accompany me to the sauce the weary puppet called out. I bring no trouble no hate, I am only a lost heart amidst session
It fumed with furry and no hesitation for if you don't hold up they hold you down
#herdsmanofprogress

Mama told me you a blue moon
I was only used to the white one
I succumbed to failure
When I listened to what others thought of me
I am not a warrior, I am exceptional says his Grace
But the stubbornness of my head doubts his ways
When I grow up I want be like them
Them that bare fear as a weapon to see greater things
Them that dive into every closed door and find opportunity
Them that surround themselves with competence and dine on positivity
Those that find the tunnel end as a new way to progress.

Then my mama said you failed me
For tears then flowed past my checks as I felt sorry for victimizing my love
No I didn't seat back
I am far away from giving up at this time no more tears
I am composed and straight with my back bag of blessings, see how I knock through walls to find my future
My mama told me it awaits for me on the other side
Shame to those that sham my efforts for they can't stand a quarter of what my strive    aims at
Past the rivers of hard work, I am in the ocean of progress
If you loose my catch not even a plane can find me
I am a miracle seated on the finest blessing
Exploding with breakthrough to meet destiny
#herdsmanofprogress

Before you get time to compete, have time to better yourself
#herdsmanofprogress

I was desperate and lost and he said here I am come quick your bruised
I ran to him and he gave me a doze
Before I could get full charge of me again, I tip toed off
Ran to find the glitters I once hunted for
I then found treasure and lived a happy soul
In no time flipped, down to the ground I went, bruised again.

Couldn’t move so he came close to me, took charge till I started smiling
Little did he know I was off to make more struggles
I went searching for him perhaps his righteousness but never found him
I rashed and did all I could in vain, in time loosing precious things
Tears flowed in my ignorance for my forever search is what I ignored for ages.
He wasn’t far my, thoughts were
I distanced myself from his Grace
It was only to search within myself though my mind wasn’t natured by instincts
#herdsmanofprogress

He took out a stick and blazed to the sky
he made clouds from his mouth as birds dived through to find way.
His looks were toxics as his words glued all that listened in.
“Winks made branches,
branches clinged to moisture,
the wind cleared the air”.

Lay in there, I can find a way.

My words slapped his emotions
he retaliated with a revenge on bottles
endlessly suckling the sweetness of labels of wild percentages.

Not before long, he lost the way and dinned with the world.
It was only a moment when the pockets run cut
His usefulness was less than the tree that gives shades
soon the paths faded away and goodness shrinked past his recognition.
All was lost and life became empty like the bottles he ruined
The far East blocked his sunshine now darkness opened doors to him.
Farewell tomorrow people, abide with the play of today no more.
Illusions circled his soul and so his fight lost in vain.
Birds came down on him amidst a pool of hopless mares, they so sang for him ......Go home-boy
To his wonder was the home of struggle or the home of the creator!

What brings you butterflies
The stare into your the apple of your eyes,
Could it be the fragrance.
The apocalypse of live thoughts else
You tend when sensacion erupts
Perhaps could it be the dangle of the lips.
The hair swerve of nudation
no more the glittery smile tendered.
Are you recognized by guile or
tides of marred character

Daughter of Son of the most high
As i remember you today, i celebrate you too.
I cant boast to know you much but content with the little measures persued.
See God is beautiful thats why you are too, i can imagine a life without you without i cant imagine tho, for God made you for so much purpose surpassing your wisdom and making.
I celebrate you today with a prayer of Gods favor upon you, and waiting upon the worrior in you that makes life meaningful to many souls out there.
May this your new age bring you Grace exceedingly abundantly,  over and above and to the rise of the sun may you progress as to the fall of the sun may your worries melt away.
may your heart continue to long for mine the much that they are close
may tomorrow be a memory of us to the world of Gods existence and Love

My heart got sabotage
I knew I loved to least of contemplation
I couldn't ride in reverse as an option
To that I naped for courage of jealuosness. Nonetheless, I was ready to marry a safe future without burying the hatchet of the past.
I started by refraction of oneself
Soon i escalated a default amnesiac stature
Alas the fainting mayhem
Brought forth the due cause of contagiousness
Then to waves of flames, I breeze away
#herdsmanofprogress

She is fine and heaven is jealous
Earth clamped my toes each time I bent my heart to hers
So am a stranger of my thoughts
Sick of beauty that I lack
The light off her smile shrieked the night moon
The ambiguity of the  iota in her heart made me heist for heed
I am the suspect and culprit
I stand a beggar of fortune to the unfounded brand of all times

#herdsmanofprogress

She asked me not to
as she sweated in bits of fear
I got this "I spoke softly"
She then gazed as though
it were the perfect moment.
The realist sanctified ability I had,
I was calm hearted with buzzes of anxiety
but as I held back her hand stretched to me in a  lifeless motion
Immense i got hit by emotions and my thoughts went on a marathon of illusions
Could it be done or it was deniable
I could be the right person
Rather the right one to cause everlasting tray of bitterness
I was almost there and she called my name###
It was in vain for help-
How couldn't I go?
How could I go?
It was me or her
An eruption of stitches to her voice
All  was in the silence of the Cinema,
She couldn't hold her laughter at the expense stomach breakdown
the amended cough series through her through
On my toes she went held tight and aimed
I sat sober and claimed!!! Ahem
Butter witch sandwich
I swerved back to the top while the struggle caused gambles
Did I still have too?

Who am I??
I can't tell
I can relate.
I do survive and covered by the mantle  of God
I get kicked down but find my way up
I am noisy and lanten of hope to the weary
The least of the sober drinkers
I am way up beyond the belows
I am a young face never fades, smile that never ages I am half time tomorrow
I am the dream I never was
The first point off your full stop
I am the last bite of your crunchy bread
The berry taste in your lemonade
Take me on, take me not
I am way what I am

I know you used to care
And so you used to love
But the waves of the world
Chained all your hopes.

It cannot be the same
It can be much better
Let the tears flow to the dawn
The sun will come with joy.

Am right behind you in the wind
Holding up your cheek
Tell me how much you are terrified
For I can see you leaping,
You may never make it the same way
You can make a change to count.

To count the sounds of heart vibrations
To cause your lips to litter fresh words of compassion
To sail your skin to touches of nature
#herdsmanofprogress

I search it
Looking beneath, around and about
I was in the middle
Between right and wrong.
It was final I had married my dreams
Though I had kissed laments of memories
Uncapped by infringing tales
Let's meet tomorrow today is far from yesterday

Karma was child from a humble family whose dream had a spoonful of wishes. She never thought of a hen sitting on her plate for lunch until her body shaped to capture the focus of the community.
Her and hard work were inseparable, and motivation sparked from her deeds. This was short lived by blindfolds of moments.  She then landed in a ditch of blessings which surpassed her baring as paper made solutions to all her faults and soonest laziness took her for a companion.
Yes, she had completely forgotten her path neither could she trace her background, for looks bought her a ticket to a lifestyle and rather failed to resist becoming stingy.
She learnt not the meaning of love for it carried no sense, and the she needed not to learn of true love, oh how could she for to her it was a monster that stole opportunities.
The caterpillar she was grew into a butterfly one seen by many and so touched by those whose hands could afford the beautiful colours of its petals. Souls fell apart over the turned beauty of the wings that went toxic. The meal that went bad before the harvest of a promised yield.
The love to taste of the night shinning sun evolved many to empty pockets and others to bundles of regret to disease and misfortune. It wasn’t her making nor desire, it was the glory of Gods carvings that alerted those near and far to come eco and share of visibility of a living being stationed as nature.
This beauty scorched mens eyes day in and day out as she melted souls and flowers faded in the sun. she glowed on gentle pockets, never invested any seeds for a tomorrow. Time wasn’t her ally, it brought a change in season as the clouds ushered in rain sprouted new and better yields that out competed the market of the former.
Clouds shrinked and a dark tomorrow was born, the wine tasted more bitter than old wine in a new bottle. Then the veterans got and adopted new medals at the cost of the old fades of the butterfly contests.
What was left was a story tale with a bunch of little and innocent ferries whose direction was unfolded but hope set from a single ray through the thickest forest.

Thomas Bron Mukama
#herdsmanofprogress

I wouldnt take a miss if i had a chance
It would be the glorious move to encounter
Heavens dont judge me for awesomeness
I have already foregone the calvary of agony.
So i tip toe to harvest of thy lips
But thy eyes glow like fire ball shooting stars.
I am a savage hunter hunted for my exceptions
I need a companion of lillies and taste of the words of silence
I brush the blush as the heart runs to my back

She wont share,
My focus says i could only flip a finger to her lips and Angels sound Alleluia
I am battling my thoughts for they have sold me out
Karma brought me fear of shiver
Nonetheless i will explore the treasure

What will i say to our tomorrow for having failed to show you yesterday.

Lets walk in hand by our future not to promise time with an excuse.

I forgot how i breathed yesterday, since my heart walks in your atmospheric direction.

Can we reach a consensus to have your shadow play with mine or farely  to collect the soil off your sandles of each footstep.

The rain washed away my hopes for your arrival at the junction were the sun burnt your feet to reach me this far, the wind blew you to shiver in fear as i waited at crossroads of the moonlight in the moonless night

#herdsmanofprogress

I prefer the you
The sweat of your face,
You the finest of God's molds
The best of sand he used
Best of fraction in height
Bit of high and bit lowest
Best of structure wide and composed
No extras needed to define you
The voice weaved of tonned sounds
The ***** in thy sockets - thy eyes so calm
Never to wish to see of their tears.

The wrap up of lips - a ready burger for feast
I wish i would define you, your smile speaks to my silence
No rather i would calculate the reason you are pretty as a rose.
I would then wish to pick the rose but thy thorns would prik my humble walks to thee
I am walking farewell to your shadow
Calling for the luck of the wind to blow you by side.

What we have at hand is a treasure, but we run to catch what we don't have, a mystery.

What we foresee in illusions of gestures undermines reality of our very own reach.

Why have a dream to crawl yet you can walk, from a rain of opportunities to a desert of wishes.
Should Chances override choices?
Let not friction jump you from a pitch to a maze
#herdsmanofprogress

I
                    Am
                  Alive
               Happy and
          Progressive and
     I weigh more in mind
Than that seen on de body
  nor down the bottom of
   Am  the  magical    filter
    of incorporated word
     The Savage mischief
             of progress
   No one can come to your
       testimony of failure
         Ayonder my dream
           A life of reality
                A moment
                  A smile.

Where have been, we cant return. One struggle leads to new ray.
When morning comes we smile for redemption. Yes we were redeemed but our  tomorrow needs our fight of focus.
Let beauty surround us though with purpose.
And let the dry tears turn to floods of blessings.

Come by, fetch your dreams.
I lost my sight seeking redress
how i met reality from despair
the naked sigh from the west.
High five my feet
They have moved from the past to your zone.
I could drink to remember more of the tomorrow.

My favorite brown belt worn
For the sake of my dark skin seeking originality,
I say go by and stay to my wish of myth
Like the blinded thoughts i had for you
The tested blood of your royalty
I call back, to age after age

My Teacher, My tea, The preacher
My teacher the mother she was
To many kids i knew or even saw
She taught me to read which i did better than many of her own.

I played to wounds as she  nursed them with love
And when i lost a tooth, she replaced it with a penny and so i learned to earn
Saveless the spending
See my empty bottle and tummy all full to her mercy
Meals in full with no bill to clear

My misbehaviour attracted her tender slaps
To which i cried and smiled to the latter
In ink and paper i see your presence
So i remember not to forget you
Each of my smiles is a written letter of thanks to you.

Last weekend i visited trouble
Climbed to its cliff and sat by its hairs.
The smells of trouble weren't strong
The sight was unseen too
It was inevitable to cross the bridge
Though tense surrounded my bottom.

When i met her in the city right in the middle
She smiled so sharp that it penetrated my shyness  
I couldn't figure out  what drew my legs closer
I didn't loose the chance of clinging closer
As almost intimate as a hair follicle
She turned back and glared like a model
I was already immersed in her shadow.

I needed myself out of trouble
Knowing she careied a portion of love in her
Her face was shrinked and strict
My ambitions falling to my knees
This didn't dismiss her hind from bouncing
And so i went in hiccups in loss of words.
Wait when i return after a pill
You survived today, tomorrow not
#herdsmanofprogress

The sound of the clouds
The noise of the winds
Yes they have a great message for me
Its the bell of change for the better
If you doubt me my actions will defend me
If you stick with me we are better than them
And if assist me my father above will pay back
Am tickled by hardwork laid in strength of progress
We got not to fight to get them, take a step each moment each time
Great minds listen to ideas rather than chucks for fan.

Always Sit next to your self, the Inna man is close to reality

The little lady bird afar, the one that breathes with a soft soothing smile
She that carries a golden heart unexplored
I wonder what you would choose to wear
A pink for a shine or blue for the sky
I know your little cries will be trumpets of melodies
My ears are bound to hear even your current absence
I only watch you from dreams.
But that way you stil ******* with happiness
When i tire to slumber; I am awaken
by the fact of handwork that you may
find and dine on a bright tomorrow.
Each day i watch through my window
and i wonder which door you will use to come fulfill my Joy.
We shall chuckle and giggle crawl and leap together, hope as we hop and count to align all the stars.
Don't forget to cry my name - papa for my ears will dance in waves, i will always have my eyes to you to guide and protect thee.
#herdsmanofprogress

I am a small body with a big heart
Small head with a wise mind
Dark face with white focus
The sight of focus on me
The smile that tortures my fears

I wanted her heavy but she was curvy
She was a rapture of reality
My eyes measured her meter after another
She wore large like a curtain
I saw all through her skeleton
Am trapped by the posture
No mannequin is close to perfect
I am left to magnification