Years ago I was born.
A bubbling child from the start, I gave my parents peace at heart.
I started to grow, started to undergo,
Anything in print, I was sure to know.
Very soon I begun to discover,
There was so much more I could render.
I made the pen my friend,
The paper always consumed to the very end.
My mind was my globe…my heart was my hope.
I wanted to give back.
I wanted to be the bark.
I wanted to be rested upon
When weariness caused the world to be worn.
So I write and always will.
This is my life, one filled with will.
I know you are blessed because I am
But thank you all the same you are the reason for my gifted hands.
For Mr.Aristotle – Onassis Kwame Kudjoe – Agbledzo.