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Dreams can sometimes be tempting, you dream yourself successful, when I talk of success in my society is having a big house, a car and a brown wife with the all attributes of a beautiful woman you can think of
Here is a story of Tumaini Zawadi Pendo a young, talented poet who got saved by the scouting movement 
You see he was a very bright boy brought up by very strict parents and his childhood he spent in a boarding school 300km away from home, 
He did his primary education and passed so well despite the health issues he had he managed to be called to a national school, he had to cross 10 counties to reach his school
Zawadi Pendo is an introvert a boy brought up in pure confusion his father a retired teacher and practicing draughtsman harsh and strict a no nonsense man who always kept his word
On the other hand the mother was a primary school teacher in the local school a very strong lady she was, fair, jovial saved and practicing Catholic 
Zawadi had 5siblings and being a middle child always fought for attention he however had love for one of his sisters;he loved her so much that while he was a child nobody could ever carry him
He joined his high school but never finished in that school due to rampant strikes he was told to join a neighboring dayschool
Here he is from a highly respected boarding school to a national school now in a dayschool
He felt despised, belittled, forsaken completely shattered. His grades detoriated he got into a wrong peer got on alcohol he lost control of his life two years later he is to finish high school but he is 
Transferred to another boarding school 5km away now pushed back 2years behind his academic life
Would this break him or make him? 
Would he manage to sit in a class with students 2years younger? 
Did he have to loose all he had made for four years and move on
Would he forgive his parents
He lived with this hatred for so long
Sometimes he would talk to himself 
Laugh alone, just to ease his pains
Then, 
Then poetry saved him 
Then scouting came in 
Though his trust in people was broken
Though his heart was broken 
Though he distated his parents he embraced every pain, every single piece of it
He worked but not so hard
He managed to go for direct entry 
Confusion πŸ˜• uncertainty 
He never has a listener but his poetry 
He never asks for attention 
Because 
Poetry has never defied him
He always believes in the most high God
Who changed him 
Who transforms the lost
Who defines and designS OUR PATHS
...   To be continued 
©dapperthepoet2018

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