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MY ADVICE TO THE LIVING






By Ola Vincent Omotade

Let the valiant stand well,
you righteous and goodhearted ones.

Today may be full of hardship,struggles and troubles,
Our tomorrow is bound to be fine and good.

Sisters, brothers,
Oh ye Young and Old

Let us gird our loins,
and harbour no doubt about what life will bring,
The future is near and it will be sweet
So beloved be of courage and be encouraged.

Fix your sight on higher planes,
your reward of glory is soon to be.
Though no one sees your works now, no one sees your struggle, no on sees your labour, don't stop.

shake off lethargy, shake it off
and stand firm, firm and strong
don't stop now, whatever the case maybe

This is only the beginning.
make a move, don't resign fate
As the elders say:
while there is life, there is hope..you will one day look to the past and thank God for the struggles you' have made..because the struggle you're in today is giving you the strength for tomorrow.

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