I’m getting old, I’m getting close to retirement. A city that pretends not to recognise and appreciate the work I’m doing will definitely set up committees together to celebrate themselves when they wake up one day to find out I’m no more.
Now they are acting as if my contributions are meaningless and pointless.
Now I’m begging, asking for support to place lasting structures for our Creative youths, they will rather turn a blind eye, or channel support elsewhere than spare a piece.
The city has never had legacies the fast rising Creative youths can climb or cling to, to explore invent and showcase.
The city is ready to pacify the negative than to encourage the positive.
I just weep for the Creative Young persons I have come in contact with whose hopes I must keep alive. Whose dreams and aspirations even their friends and families don’t believe, don’t support.
I will keep doing all I can and more till my breath can’t push it anymore , till my bones can’t make it any longer .
Until then, I keep hope alive, I keep spirits high.
…most valuable grand daddy.