From the time I was born, my mother said I was a bright sun. Father said I shine whenever darkness covered their roof, and for that cause he decided to own a gemstone. Later in life, that gemstone was a drop of joy to their river of sorrows. In all pain and terror, they all said ‘count your blessings my boy.
I have now wielded my rays in poems, a rainbow of laughter is my sky, some days I become rain to wash away fear from the minds of those in the dark. Growing up and knowing the Potter, is a note of sweet music filling the background, where palm wine goes down with hot moi moi’. The recess in failure that I thought was, only made me realized stars shine only at night, and that is worth a story. Father said ‘you can’t count them all, but count them still’.