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The importance of Time Management. There exists something that howsoever rich you can be; howsoever resourceful you can get; you cannot buy or invent it! You can ask yourself: does such thing even exist? Well, that’s a good question, yes it does! When Mr. John Randolph was talking about it, he said that, that thing is at once the most valuable and the most perishable of all our possessions. That precious thing is known to be ‘Time’. Is it a word or a jewel? What I know that it’s a term comprised of a simplest sound of four letters. Sometimes in life, the importance of things is seen in its shortage; in a sense to say that sometimes you know that light is important when you are in the darkness. Some people tend to know the importance of time in moments of regrets and setbacks. ‘If I knew’ is one of the most asked questions, especially in moments of distress, but asking oneself that kind of question doesn’t change what happened. In such moments two things matters: Learn from what you did...

My dad used to ask me "boy, when is your birthday?" I never had a clue, why he could ask me such question when he was/is my Dad Not to mention that sometimes he punished me for forgetting my birthday date As a kid I was wondering, thinking, if this bloody day was a holiday! haha Remembering my birthday Remembering my birthday Was the first thing I learned to memorize before my names Fun thing when the date comes in, no party, No gifts, no anything The only one thing I received on my day was a reminder message from my Dad, Pole you are 15 act like 15, Pole You are 20 act like 20, pole you are... Act like you are..., and that is the end of the story. For sure if I had an aptitude, I could have deleted this day in 365 days of the year. .... To be continued Teach us to number our days, that we may gain a heart of wisdom. Psalm 90:12

                                    SURVI V AL Legal or illegal is the survival What’s good or bad? Is you satisfied? Is you broke? Real or fake? Strong and active minds take the crown.   What’s mine? What’s yours anyway? It’s a life formula What’s you? What’s me? What’s human? Am just asking fellas.   Everybody tryna be greedy and take it all, Power and money don’t exist, Strike for what’s yours, it’s a kung-Fu for life, Don’t hesitate we in a race, And it’s a survival.   Fight if it’s yours, Don’t give up on me, Conquer where necessary, Why panic? Why scared? Why afraid? Don’t run away, Face reality, Survive survive. What’s success? What’s losing? You strong, You able and capable, Winning is no free ticket sir/ma’am, Put it a...

ѕєℓƒ C̶̶o̶̶n̶̶t̶̶r̶̶a̶̶d̶̶i̶̶c̶̶t̶̶i̶̶o̶̶n̶̶s̶ Warning⚠ this poem contain explicit content. Dear Parents please don't let children read this poem. children under 16 years old should not read this poem.                     ѕєℓƒ C̶̶o̶̶n̶̶t̶̶r̶̶a̶̶d̶̶i̶̶c̶̶t̶̶i̶̶o̶̶n̶̶s̶ 👀👂 I am back in The booth, Escaping the school, And I'd be honest I don't f**k with my dad. He ain't no cool, And that's ain't no good. I'd be be honest I hate my dad.                             Hey! what's wrong with me?                                           My dad gimmy me food,                                           He pays for my school👍             ...

Let’s wait together for the gentle breeze Ensemble at last  no storm can tear that down Forever is clear now  I can’t wait to work on it With you by my side 

I am not a little boy, who used to make you sleepless, fidgeting at night Thinking of  how my tomorrow will be, I know you were right Where would I be without your hourly fights But today I want to be an utter man you have dreamt of I know worries can’t just fade away like that… Your love, your support, your everything got my back from the Start More than how anyone can easily understand it I am composed of love, I am manufactured in the factory of love And now, I am a good product of love to be premiered out,  soo good to serve. I can now barely understand how the world needs me The baggage you gave me are quite enough This is the right   time, probably a good chance To show off I am no’ going to bluff Or to just blow it ‘cause I am not a little boy.          Written by Serval pole😻             Edited by Ishimwe Christian I dedicate this poem to my one and only P...