The Chemistry of My Character

A playful cub taking life for granted, a mother is watching closely and the meals are well-managed. There is a roar of protection, alerts extended. This lion is guarded, to say the very least, from the jungle of challenges that confronted me.

Despite a beautiful journey of contributions, I’ve been extremely sick, physically and emotionally. With restricted breathing and emergency room stays, I’ve acknowledged my death. Along the path, I’ve experienced loss of family while acquiring slim wealth. Clarity sought and often received. I’m washed, but sometimes still unclean.

I’ve been troubled by the ghost of misery and through the service to others, I’ve found time to rejoiced. Psychologically, I’ve been my own prisoner, one with a weak voice. I’ve watched ambitions hijacked, while being a seeker of peace. I’ve observed the deceit of foreign distractors, but God has guided me.

With stabilized emotions, I advocate humility, focus of family enrichment, community engagement, and purposeful work. Leveraging ideas, mental keys continually turn. Knots securely tied, my love is firm. The essence of praise, its splendor is real. From the pages of exams, my character is revealed.