The journey of life began some few years back.
Birthed into this beautiful, but sinful world.
My little voice filled the four corners of the ward.
Beautiful smiles appeared on the faces of those I was born to.
I later learned that they were my "daddy" and "mummy", the channels through which I found myself in the world.
A year and a half later, I was sent to kindergarten.
I learned the alphabet and numbers so quickly.
I could finally form words and sentences.
Mummy was excited, daddy was proud.
Soon, I appeared in nursery classes.
Constantly battling with wicked teachers at such a tender age.
Mummy understood, daddy was angry.
And together, we fought the heartless teachers.
Though some were gentle, the majority were harsh.
Aged ten, I was a scholarly student.
I could finally move to junior high, I was now a "high school student."
Three years passed; I learned patience, humility and...