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Who Am I?


The big question some of our beloved sister and brothers come across. Well answer yourself this...

I am an African, whether a female or a male, a child or an adult, able or disabled makes no difference. The main fact is that you are human with great Expectations, Dedication and a somebody who wants to something, someday, somewhere. Be all that for yourself and a special someone.

Who I am does not matter that much for if I do not know what I want, then I cannot be able to express who I am and where I am going, for I will look like a house built without foundation just floating on thin air. Who am I, is something you will never know unless I express myself to thee, so please do not judge just by looking at me and then conclude in your mind that I am a nobody, going nowhere, with nothing on my back and with no one, as the famous words say "Never judge a book by it's cover."

I am an Intelligent and Beautiful someone with Special something inside, so do not judge and thou shalt not be...

Hope you now understand and know WHO I AM.

A CHILD BORN OF LOVE!

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