All my prayers, creeds, and benedictions
My plights and flaws
My vivacity, thee desolate embodiment.
All are girded for success.!!
Contingent upon recalling my big blues, my hustles won’t stop. Through the scorching sun and bone freezing sleet, I will still plod on to my holy grail.
Dear nemesis,
For as long as you do not cross thy lane, all is well. But even when you do, I do not mind cause my Mama told never to rival with fools and my conscience won’t let me anyway.
Feel like flexing? am ain’t in your game just hit the wall. And as you boot the barricade, you ought to remember that you can’t dull my shine.
P.S: Every day, I will shine brighter.
A $1 tip means life to me. Thank you for funding my dreams.
#writingWithfreddie
About the Creator
Fred Musoke
I want to give my writing a fragrance. I mean, that redolence which won’t only outlast my generation, but will also nudge the souls on Mars.


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