For years I lost my bed
For the betterment of my destiny
If destiny destined me to my present problem
Then I should see the race as a training school
Where a lot of teachers will gain experience
The trials of diverse situations
Are for my destiny to be accomplished
For this reason
I learned to be calm
That each precarious experience may tell on me
In calm, I’ll cogitate, find solution
And later my chain shall be loosed
The amount of these I overcome
Shall be measure of my manhood
I shall at last find a bed for rest
And a precious home to live
Written by: Olaogun Abidemi Abiola
Edited by: Kukogho Iruesiri Samson
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I am indeed the author of my own destiny