Emmanuel Oduro

We Made it Happen.

For years this dusty track trekked
Most times on empty stomach
But always full of enthusiasm
Flowing from pride and hope
The pride of being a scholar
The hope of becoming a giant
Like the city heavy weights
We had cause to make it happen

For years their trivial takings exhausted
Most times own pleasure forfeited
But always beaming with conviction
Emanating from pride and hope
The pride of being a responsible parent
The hope of breeding a star
Like the few celebrities around
They had ground to make it happen

For years we studied seriously
Most times having sleepless nights
Always pushed by conviction and awareness
The conviction that education is key to success
Awareness of the fact, very obvious
Success stems from hard work
Persistence, passion and poise
These weapons made it happen

For many years our dreams kept alive
Fuelled by unwavering hope
Hope of future bright
Future void of this poverty, blight
Equipped with tool to change families’ plight
Ushering comfort and self-esteem to parents
Parents who extracted wealth from soil
To invest in our education
To ensure we reached our destination
We made it happen

Submitted: Sunday, January 15, 2012

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