Tuesday, May 28, 2024

3. Strive. Aspire. Succeed.

I wish I was a little bit taller
Get the dunks like a solid baller
Catch the ball mid-air for an alley-oop
And stuff it right through the hoop
Then land nimbly on the hard wood
Men! That surely will feel good!

If I could reach just a bit higher
Just because I pushed up harder 
Then the game would be easier
As I strive and to the top I get closer
Surely my game would get better
And I would be free of the fetters

It is wise to endeavour to get better
As we aspire to achieve we become greater
We break the chains that once held us bound
Hitherto unknown abilities are suddenly found
By what we have become we are pleasantly amazed
For the stereotypes of the past we have successfully erased. 


John O. Iyaniwura

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