I made it,
Through the cold of the night,that made me shiver and bite ma teeth.
I made it,
Through the rough mat i layed on,that poverty forced me to sleep on from which bedbugs hunted my little blood.
I made it,
Through the rough terrain,that my feet walked on without even a pair of 'yeboyebo'.
I made it,
Through the tough life of the village,that made days longer and nights more dark.
I made it,
Through the empty stomach,that dried ma mouth with no drops of saliva.
I made it,
Through the rejection and betrayal,that ladies offered me for falling in love with them which disapointed,and made me more strong.
I made it,
Through the mockery and laughter of the fortunate students in class,that made me work more hard.
I made it,
Through the love and support i owned from ma few friends,,who willed to help me tirelessly.
I made it,
Through the jobless situation in ma country,,that has affected many youth,but i just hope things change.
I made it,
I made it.