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ESSENCE





ESSENCE


_Permit me to ask what is the essence_

When you walk down the road
Jigging and jumping with a heavy load
If you don't have a destination
Just looking for appreciation
_Permit me to ask what is the essence_

When all you think about is money
When you wake up by five in the morning
Struggling and working to make a means
All just so you can buy a jeans
_Permit  me to ask what is the essence_

Fighting all sort of battles
Even if it reduced you to little
Never giving up is your motor
But then you never know your wants
_Permit me to ask what is the essence_

Don't live to impress
Don't care if you're disappointed
As long as you can express
You will be definitely appreciated

Don't engage in fruitless efforts
The time you have is very less
So make use of the time maximally
You're going to make progress
Act with an essence in mind
Set your goal and be determined!


Comr Abdul-kareem Yusuf Opeyemi 
Irreducible Eminent 
FOUNDER OF DETERMINATION UNSHAKEABLE YOUTHS 

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