And it couldn’t hit me any better not to jot something down.
I remember what hard time I had crossing the street. I used to scream the hell out of me every time I had to. Almost always like near-death experience.
How was I to get used to it? School’s nearby and school service’s always to my rescue.
It took me a while actually. It was in college when Jef did some back up chores on me while I had his arms pinched out of kaba.
Just like with having to cross the street, I couldn’t be half-hearted. Once I set my foot to go, I got to be really going before anything hazardous gets in the way. Of course I have got to be cautious too. Just so that I will reach the other side unharmed.
My tentativeness, it has not left me entirely. But I think I’m way better.
You've got to be keen Jef. I can keep up now, promise. Only that I am not walking any faster.
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