BROKEN DREAMS (FEATURED POST)
I write this with a sad heart, As I have my sober reflections, I remember the days I had dreams, ambition and purpose, The years my dreams were intact! I was 14 years and 9 months old, Just fresh from my junior school getting into my Senior years, I had that dream of becoming a "neurosurgeon" and owning my own business, Then I started my journey into my teenage years not knowing things, Oblivious of the world's distractions, Then I fell into the pit of distractions, complacency meeting "dem babes", Smoking "dem craze" and "dancing my days off". In a twinkle of an eye, I became 18, finished high school got into ...