Growing up in a family of seven. Five kids in all, first son of the family, ⁠ The middle man. I'm the third child of my family with two elder sisters and two younger brothers. My academics as a child was a major concern for me. I found it most difficult to read as a child, unlike my siblings. Some may categorise me as dull but deep down I know I wasn't. Despite the academic setback I was a kid with ⁠"BIG DREAMS".  I remember praying to God to help me, especially when it comes to reading, it was a big deal for me at my young age. My academic is sufficiencies made me not so excited about school. When it was time to read I always felt like disappearing lol, even in such bitter feelings deep inside me I kept on believing. 

         My mom being so supportive enrolled me in a private lessons with one of my teachers, Mr Abednego. ⁠ “Uncle Abednego” as I will always call him opened my eyes to the world of pronunciations. Mr Abednego is someone I can't forget, I dreaded those lesson hours, for me it wasn't fun at all. For every wrong pronunciation came a ⁠ hot knock on my head, lol.  Sounds funny now but it wasn't funny then. After some months I stopped the lesson and that's how I started seeing improvements. Mr Abednego was my first every lesson teacher so he's forever stuck in the story of my life's journey. 

     These events have been what has kept my faith alive moving forward. Even when everything seems dim, I never stop believing. It's much more bigger than my “glorious purpose” it's how much I believe in my ⁠ Dreams. Going on in life regardless of the struggles and huddles I face, I keep on being relentless because I wouldn't want to let ⁠"little me"  down.