Life is a journey of thousands miles.ihave learned alot from childhood.teenege and upto now am an adult.i embrace evry blessing from above.i humblely respect the fact that ihave grown mostly my deceased parents who took there entire time just to make sure am all well educated.how the love flows to them its still afresh.i will live there legacy behind having akind heart is nt easy in actual world.it all needs grace and thats basically knowing who God is.growing up in a village full of poverty.evry family surving each day from hand to mouth.sometimes you'd never imagine you can sleep or eat.boiling of maize cobs and drinking with h20,sometimes eating luqwards the fruits jus to keep the day moving.my parents atleast were one of the most famous couple known in the entire town..guven the fact that my dad was apolitician.in ancient days we use to call them chiefs.sub chiefs.mayoral councillors council of elders.i use to see many woman n men gathering at our homestead singing for my dad.by then iwas very little 1yr maybe to be presise. so this pple use to gather at home thus was some kind of compain jus to prepare on the cming election.allthough we never used to come out from our compound without our mother's concept.it would be abit deal to her compared to any other kid in the area.we were locked in like prisoners though this is the time am trying to get the glimpse of the idea.maybe it was protection who knws.now if we were found out of the gate we would nt sleep happy that night.although my dad more was loving unlike my mother who was very hash