It seems so rough and bumpy, the road and the pathway to success, it’s all so crooked. The roadside is full of thorns and negativity. Everything feels so useless and dangerous. The path that seemed right ended up being dark. Growth and victory are forgotten and forsaken, and escape is now the priority.

Escape from hell, the hell of a mountain of failures and rejection and abandonment.

She was falling and rising like the value of Nigerian currency against US dollars. Crawling and hopping just to get to the end, no longer caring about victory and success, I just want to be free; I wish I hadn’t started this...