On the ground shivering in the evening cold
the morning dew started on him and ended on him because he is homeless, no one to turn to, since he lost his parents, the so called Family cease to exist, they left for a far away land

On bare foots he walks around the street looking for daily bread, he steals sometimes to fill up his Empty stomach because he is homeless, the market is now his home, because that's where he found love, markets women gives out, out of their nothing

The God that created a child of a Wealthy Man that hasn't sweat before in his life, is the God that created Him that is wandering in the scorching Sun Everyday, sleeping outside in the evening coldness, he is Homeless but not Hopeless

At the start no one gives him face, as they did not know who he is, now the Ghetto he found himself fend for, the market place he goes to gives him food to eat, he is Homeless not Hopeless

In His poor state he is still strong like Samson, he doesn't join the gang of the hopeless, he sees himself at the Apex eating with Kings, he is only Homeless not Hopeless, albeit some part of the World has failed him, he still stood his ground

Life isn't fair to him, but he has started adapting to its hotness, the pain has turn into motivation for him, now he has a mindset of a Victor, saying to himself that I'm Homeless today but not Hopeless, I will be like a phoenix that dominate the Apex someday.


©️ Olaoluwa (Heaven's path)