Choices, choices, choices
The persons we are today are as a result of the choices we made
You made yours and I made mine
You chose to live and I chose to die
You chose to read and I chose to write
I never wanted this
I had dreams, I had ambitions
I had hope, I had a future
Six years in basic another six in the high
Two years I waited frustrated, impatient and confused
I waited for the supposed examination body to determine the right path for my talent to be used
My parents believed the only way I could make it was for me to be schooled
Donโt waste your youth, they said
Donโt end up begging your mates for food the explained
With the fear of failure, the phobia of being a neophyte in the school of riches
I conceded, I submitted to their lopsided way of thinking
I decided to waste four years of my life in a place where I was not needed
Where the so called exam body decided I would be useful to the society
I accepted my fate, I would try my best to finish with good grades to make my parents proud
So during my convocation they could party aloud
The first year went by, I made a ludicrous attempt to meet up with the standard expected
The screams of my subconscious telling me I didnโt belong were neglected
The second and third went in a hazy succession
My subconscious accepted his fate in fast conniption
My final year finally came
I knew I would soon be emancipated
Freed from this prison I accepted
I did all was necessary but I refused to greet a man
And he decided my life were was in his hands
My project was declined
I plagiarized, that was my offence
What else could I have done?
The prison refused to let me go
So I decided my life was in my hands
And I would give it back to him who made me go through all these trials
This is my story.
Author: Ajide Faithful.
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