Kids nowadays won’t understand the struggle. The smoke from the lamp hitting your eyes while you’re still trying to concentrate on the book.
I remember those dark days and I know that we’ve came a long way to turn back now.
I pray that all the hard times will be a story and a past.
I pray that leadership will sprout out of the struggle and we shall be the handlers of our own future.
I pray for stability.
I pray that our kid brothers and sisters will be educated in a better condition.
I pray that my struggle will not be in vain, just as I pray that my prayer will not be in vain.
And as I begin to answer my call, I pray that I walk in the right path of wisdom.