The wotld I belong
Poverty is sold cheaply so that even the poor man can afford,
working hard but earning less no matter your effort.
A world where the secret of success is hidden from the poor by the rich, so that they continue to rule over the poor and be equipped with powers and authorities
For loyalty is bought not earned, and the common man is not ready to find Out; for he is busy looking for Naira to earn a living.
Then,
so cheap "the society sold us a lie"
That every rich man is evil and that we should avoid them or else they will sacrifice us to their gods_ they say.
That the son of the Rich has nothing whatsoever to do with that of the poor_for they have nothing in common.
They say, when a hard working average young man becomes rich then he must have offered a huge sacrifice to marmond or maybe paid loyalty to devil.
These are the truthful lies we bought from the society, and it's killing us softly.
But there's a way of dealing with this obscuring lenses. How about we play deaf to these verve killing assertions and continue to hustle until our signatures become autographs?
How about we "continue to continue" in the light; just like H.N Wazhi would say ".
How about we absorb our pains and turn them to gains and embrace patience and hard-work knowing that every success is planned and requires sacrifice. I know for sure that you might have been told that there's a mean world out there but the truth is, things can get better so change your perspective and ideology about how you view and see successful people. Celebrate other people's success for by so doing, you're paving doors for yours.
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Submitted by ValidVibes on March 12, 2021
Modified on March 05, 2023
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