labouring powers who believed without your hardwork you barely make it in life.
He was cute,smart in the native way and innately generous but also unpredictable in the way he animate his gesture for vivacious engagement . Unlike me according to my creed you win in life by smart work and it was more like an unspoken contest in the family in the context of metallic body language's metalanguages .The semantics could say nope as he attracted all the accolades and eurogy and of my kind diatribes and cacophonies.To recall the golden words of a wise writer at a local cybercafe had cautioned my exuberance "If you re going to be a writer in this country you re likely going to go hungry but you could be immortalized forever "It struck like a cord ever since but the magic wand was nurtured moving with like minds and my fe ggw friends were lovers of literature and we discussed it and live it.My two brothers had lot of menial accolades working the whole enchilada of Lagos.Eldest brother gbolahan had gone overseas a composer and a symphony of global repute.Three decades in the languishing stocks of Lagos slums finally I was courted with greater accolades and I was gobsmacked at the level of my ideology when the overwhelming crowd of jeers,boos and applause sang and thumped my appraises.Myriad of genealogies fell into this humor.Be a smart worker and not a labourer.Pure gold!
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