The Untold Story Of Success Poem by Abubakar Aliyu

Who would have thought that; that broken boy will stand a chance.
Who would have presume that; that damage good will be as good as a gold?
Who would have thought that the castaway will be accepted back today?

Who, who and who would have predicted, that success lurk behind the feet of that crumbled lonely village boy?

Success as it is reside not in the village nor the city, In black or white, a rich family or a poor one, But in the heart of a dedicated focused mind,
Success like alcohol, but the boy chose not to get intoxicated, therefore striking a balance.
Success sometimes merge withhaughtiness but humble the boy choose to stay,

A boy outcasted before,
Now a man accepted by all,
A boy coated with filth in the past,
Now a man covered with gold,
A man who stint before,
Indeed success smell good attest the head of the village.

Moral; Never underestimate anyone, show them the way to succeed and they will respect you eternally.