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The gift of a man maketh room for him,
The gift of healing,the gift of understanding,
The gift of given to the poor,this I long for,
The gift that supersedes all, this I crave,
this I work towards ,this I dream of and 
this I die for..

For a decade, I roam in wonderland,
For a decade , I swim in abject penury,
For a decade , I was a novice and a fool;
Before I discovered the secret; the secret of 
Greatness , the secret  of leadership, the secret of
 manipulation, the secret of oppression and opposition,
the secret of celestial bliss…

People talked ,I refuse to listen!
People called me names ,I refuse to change !,
People barked at me ,I remain undaunted!,
People betrayed me ; I continue to give!,
People planned ,people connived ,people mocked
And plenty people failed!;for I remain faithful to the poor.

That`s why, I am among the best,
That’s why, I flourish like the lilies and gold crystals 
That`s why ,the almighty endowed me with glory,
That`s why, I dine with great men and kings.
To him that gives, It shall be given;
To measure, press down  and running over….


*Prov 18:16—“A man`s gift maketh room for him and bringeth him 
before great men”.
Olusegun Arowolo....

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