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»My Destiny«

by Vusi Chris Venus Malala, September 20, 2007

Who knew it would be like this?
and why would it be like this?
today we are struggling
maybe tomorrow will be better
is it freedom?
or is it democracy?

This is my life
and this is how I live it

I set my goals and aim high
my journey has not begun...
today I'm sowing the seeds of success

Education is strength, books are my weapon and knowledge is my shield

It is not what I can do that depics my abilities,
it's not how much I have that shows my wealth,
it's not what I say that makes me a leader but it's how I say it.

It's not my career that defines my destiny but it's how much I put in it.

I didn't choose to work hard, but I chose to work smart and I know it takes perspiration and dedication to reach greater heights.

and today I pledge that I will work smart to achieve great things in life , and to work hard to earn my respect and honour

Written: May 2007

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