SUCCESS STORY

SUCCESS STORY
As half-cooked bricks,
Are vulnerable to rain;
My fore-lying tracks,
Were guarded by pain.

Dusts from the past,
Intimidated my future,
Fear-land grew too vast,
To even paint a picture.

On my knees I went,
Like a cow in labour,
Admitted being bent
And asked for his favour.

Guided by faith,
I waited for an answer,
hopeful in every breath,
as toiled even harder.

Without prior appointment,
He visited my work place,
On fathoming the moment;
He had saved my face!

Stephen Obeli Someday