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Sordid and filthy did they see me;
but a neat, elegant, exquisite
and smart me my mirror saw.

Wretched in squalor they said I was;
but a hopeful, secure, joyful and
well-polished me my mirror reflected.

Poor and deviant, to them, I looked;
but my prosperous destiny,
only my mirror could see.

And so, with genuine friends by my side,
who the best in me brought out,
my mirror’s version of me, I became.

My humble onsets I proudly embrace;
the needed tenacity and resolve
on the road to greatness
they ingrained in me.

My looking glass is not done yet
only a great future
of the blessed me
does it prophecy.

I am an epic introvert, who quickly becomes an open book when I pen what’s in my significantly fertile mind; fertile as a result of bombardment by realities that are continuously captured by my inquisitive eyes, ears which are constantly rubbing the ground, through constant reading, and through dreaming too.

Writing provides an opportunity to ‘say’ what my unapologetic quiet mouth will not say; which not only soothes me, but also bequeaths to me a relief, a release, and a hope that the written words will change the world, even if only one person at a time.

And so should you seek, that’s where to find me; deeply tucked inside the blankets of reading, seeing, listening, dreaming, and then writing.

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