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There Are No Roses Before Paradise

Wearily i stood alone, Emotionally,i cried in tears Dead in thought as i walked alone Clueless of what to do to save my people, Thrusting blames here and there Of not obtaining result of my targets. I gave up under the bed. I have tried all i could but failed thousand times Always bouncing back to where i began. "i will work no" said i. And laid lazily on the couch playing With my thoughts and emotions. My people should perish, i work no more" But suddenly, i saw this tiny creature Struggling alone, all alone with the wall With sweat all around its body. Its bravery caught my attention. "Its a spider"i Exclaimed terribly but Watched with rapid attention To see its end but it never give up. Amazed, i stood in anger in my heart. The spider climbed but bounced back on the ground Its struggled up again but returned to the ground Not embarrassed nor weak. it set out again in it little world. "NO sweat no sweet If Nelson mandele could do it i could, If Obama could get there i will Bill Gate broke the walls And Wole Sonyika passes through So I could also . There are no roses before paradise You must break the fire before you get to paradise" It said to itself. Tire and happy it rested The songs of victory in its throat waited Its arms and hands encouraged it. Its eyes looked beyond its present domain And went far to its place of destiny. in its nobility, its waved all its suffering away. Finally, he summoned courage and, Welcome agility and acceleration Took the first step forward and the Second leg forward with focus. He lifted its body and soul and moved. "it made it" i screamed Then comes the victory songs in its throat. I watched as it wobbled its legs and hands There are many roses in the paradise. In merriment and joy. It never give up but endured Try again, and again, and again, and again more than a dozen times. I took up my courage and determination Welcome happiness in my land Just like the spider in its world. And now,happiness is the end of my experience with the spider. Many live to tell the tale there after.

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