Life is that which we repeatedly apply towards our existencel.
I could vividly recall then,when my moma had no money and got bruises for being the woman who can't just run away from sufferings,humiliations and agonies for the sake of her children.She would be beaten sometimes for the sake of her children,but guess what,my momma was so strong and absorbent to the pains and anguish swayed towards her path;she believed that one day,my brothers and I will grow to take care of her.
I Can't even forget how my momma always climbed lorries both under the rain and sun, travelling to far away North;just to ensure that we got our best in life,both in school and thereafter.Ripples of that time when she was beaten and compelled to swim in her pool of blood,while I,my elder brother and younger siblings watched helplessly with no words in our mouth,still reverberate in my thoughts.But above all,my momma was convinced above every outright refutation that we will be great tomorrow;she continually ensured that her hustle got magnified every day.Today,we are better of, today my momma can stand for me passionately and financially.
### Momma! Look at your son right here, he's now a #great_budding_poet...A medical personnel in the making as well.