Born in an era when time was without concrete count
Raised among multitudes with no vision
Hope was truly no where in sight and to satisfy the belly thrice was a kingly conquest
Indeed he had not even a silver spoon
They cheered him as royalty but a prince without a palace he was, yet even nature could tell he was different from the rest
He had no aspirations to reign though the best
For he would rather save his head than plunge in for a throne in contention
"The throne is not worth the blood of any son" the one who bore his father warned, so to survive they chose the common life

Greatness was only but a tale from distant lands
Rising beyond the norm was a dream for gods only
Yes they were nobles but with a nobility only revealed in strength of character
Alas the white's man gift to the black comes calling
A sight of liberation! Sunrise at dusk!
Without fear of the unknown he sailed, to the big city of possibilities
Free education, indeed a blessing to them with unquie abilities
Better a trial than none at all and without a name for the fire that burned within him he journeyed , yes it was to him just enough light for the journey ahead

In a company of equals, a perfect transition it was
Time like a carpet rolled by and now the white's man gift comes with a price
Pay the price and earn higher knowledge or learn a craft and become a man was the tussle
The latter seemed more glorifying especially at this point when his contemporaries danced to the beat of the craft's music yet he knew there could be more beyond the rift
Uncertain if it was the voice of wisdom speaking, he launched the net of all his savings for the wisdom he believed would make a twist and this time against the cry for help now echoing loud from far away home he sailed as a lonely sailor riding his own ship

Moments of cruelty! Moments of hard labour!
Tears of weariness and battles of long nights!
Still fiercely striding for a promised land he saw as a lad he was
And nature at the command of heaven in due course gave her harvest as a bounty for every seed of pain
With the attendance of men and nature singing the triumphant praise
Now with a doctorate standing tall amongst his equals
A saviour to multitudes and a balm to the aches of his friends
Yet still not at peace with such a big win and striving for more still a mandate!

This is a tale of the one i call "Father", why then should i an offspring merry in the less?
#iamvictorious
Onjewu Victoria Olije