Sometimes I keep things to myself. Because I know people won't understand. Sometimes I cry in secret, and when asked I lie that I am sweating.

I struggle to make it, study hard, but I feel it's never enough to end this pain, to end this suffering.

I know without reading, I won't be able to reach those goals I have in mind, but my struggles doesn't seem enough 😢.

I want to make the people who love me genuinely proud, but procastination keeps calling me. My physical, emotional and mental sense is draining, but I can't help it.

If that's what would make those who believed in me smile, I am more than ok.

I don't want to live a life full of regret

I don't want to die poor

I don't want my parents regret having me.

I struggled to enter the University of Lagos. Because I had a dream, I had an already designed blueprint.

I know things are not so easy for my parents but I didn't mind doing all sorts of things just to make it and break the spell of poverty.

I keep struggling, seeing others studying while I sit and look remains me of time and procastination.

Everything I achieve in life is through struggles and firstly God almighty.

It's not yet over until it's over