…today is my birthday, father and I am all alone with you here, thinking how it all started in your thoughts, this dream that is me. It frightens me, father, to know that the seasons of severe harmattan are yet to come.
I am not going to make a wish. Not like those times I happened upon a shooting star when I was a child. I know you won’t give me that satisfaction. All I ask of you is to grant me the long suffering spirit to follow this path which you have set before me. It is inevitably expedient that I go through these paths meant only for me…
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