Mom one day asked me, Kwabena will you take good care of me when you become rich? I responded yes. She then again said, I will like you to buy Milo and bread only for me. I asked why, she said nothing. After my usual work, I was a cobbler or "shoe maker", I bought bread and Milo wanting to give her but unfortunately before the home I heard a cry from nowhere. I then asked myself, why and what's wrong. I was in a hurry to the house because I was tired, and I believed my instincts. Only to find out that my mom complained she was sick only a minute to realized she was gone. She died without a word. I said mom, this is your Milo and bread. I cried out as if I had not cried before.
Then I realized, dead is inevitable indeed. I love her so much that losing seems like everyone you will love would one-day leave you same without saying a word.
If I have hurt you in any way, forgive me before I demise from this world. Embrace me as I live and I hate you been crying on my graveyard. Cry with me as I am crying, rejoice with me as I am happy, this is all that I want.
I know one day I will have no friend, maybe my supposed wife might leave with my children far away from me if I no longer have the strength to walk.
It is of exaggeration to you that I said I love you because my caliber doesn't befit yours. Because I am reckless, because I have nothing. I don't believe their saying, "one-day I'll be rich, have a mansion". I believe in my destiny because if the sea shore worker (Abraham Lincoln) became a President, nothing denies my of becoming such.
I don't fear losing people in my life, I am only dead when I lose my dignity.
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