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The Helping Hand
In a world full of despairs, distrust and betrayals.
World one can not lean on nor breathe.
Sanctuaries turned to haunted abode...
Nightmares with bleak future a norm as hope
Long gone,leaves immeasurable void engulfed with Darkness and solitude. Uncertainty lies ahead,steep paths
Leads to illusion. I ask what is the way forward?
Out of this uncertainty comes a firm hand that refuses to
Align with the order of the day, a hand which saves those Who comes to it's succour,like a balm to a wounded soul.
Soothing and comforting, a hand to the drowning souls,
A hand that never fails like the Hand of the Creator.
Born in a family of 13, a tail in line but never allowed this to hamper his goal, a fulfilled being, a pillar and light that shines thru places as opaque as mercury.....
Alas! This hand like an an Angel guides lost ones to hidden hope.
Peter I. the hand that bears the burden of others. Thank you, I celebrate you.Never lose strength in doing good for your reward awaits in life and after life.
Dedicated to you Peter .I.
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Ifeanyi Bob Ekechukwu
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