A Beginning

I lost my Dad before I could spell "Dad". So I was raised by a single parent. A simple school teacher. It has not been easy. It has not been all fun. Tears, sweat, and blood have been shed along the way.

But facing adversity and defeat, I have always moved about my affairs with a quiet definitiveness of purpose and I have always maintained calm, poise, and a positive attitude. And God has been faithful.

Though raised in the most unfavourable of environment, I have always avoided a victim mentality and I have always made attempts to forge my own destiny and to happen to life, rather than let life happen to me. I write this, therefore, to appreciate God, without whom I'd have lost miserably; to appreciate mother, who's begged, borrowed, wept, and knelt so I could stand. I also thank everyone who's been there, who's always believed in me. I owe you.

I am not lucky, I'm blessed.

And here's to the beginning of a new journey!