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She stands in the door-way casting an abysmal gaze around her shabby surroundings with eyes re-signed and devoid of Life. Every new day that she enters in-to is another reluctant foray in-to a regretful existence which is simply coasting to its predictable end. Standing in front of her, barely above her knee is an impoverished toddler experiencing the same consistent feeling which he has come to associate with the normalcy of his life - Hunger. This is a word that really should not be associated with a micro-human of a certain age whose world should be full of frivolities, nonchalance and absolute selfishness. He has no idea that this is not the norm. She wishes every-day as she looks at his bowed head that she had aborted him so she could be young and free again. She looks down at the toddler and sees him looking at his feet contemplating. Love (that conquers all darkness) comes flooding in-to her heart once again. This was her son - Moshood jnr. She may have made a colo

I have often operated on the philosophy that there is good inSide EVERYONE. So, I create a relationShip with the good inSide, and ignore the bad. I had (had) the philosophy that if I search for gloom, that; I will find. I believed (believed) that EVERYONE has that spark of life and was inherently good.  Naive? I think not, and I'll explain why.  There is Good and Bad inSide all of us. The good in us gets lost when we overCompromise ourSelves to the point where we have absolutely no Identity of Self. No sense of right or wrong, to the point it all beComes one blurry image. Wrong is not identified as wrong beCause there is no sense of right. Is this Ignorance? Yes, in its true and potent definition. You see, the interesting thing is when you meet the heavily compromised, the lost (is "lost" the word to use here?), you always know if you know what to look for.  Well, for one to be(lost), implies that they had a path which they strayed from. One fascin