Thursday, 23 December 2010

Nothingness But Emptiness.

It sucks the edges of my heart,
Slowly nibbling its fleshiness,
Drinking the blood as if it had nothing to drink since the dawn of time.
It begins to violently chew the part of my heart that is protecting something so secret
For me to have never turned back to it.

Its making me lose my mind,
Its vampire like teeth rip into the depths of my heart,
Making blood purge out like something as beautiful as a waterfall.

Its fangs are piercing into me and its poisonous self is being released within me.
The blood has been drained out and yet I do not feel anything as painful as pain.
And yet it still has to consume the bottom of my heart with its blooded greedy mouth.

Its lips curve over the remaining red flesh, joy fills its eyes
And contempt is ridded of itself and victory lies within it.
Its teeth sink in, bit by bit. It vulcher- arises my heart taking control over me.
It has released its seeds where my heart lies.

It begins to swallow the final bite of my heart, allowing time for
The succulent, sweetness of a human’s blood to swim around in its mouth.

Emptiness is within this beast’s eyes
But yet I feel it wise.
It has taken over me and has laid on top of the seeds which it lay.

It branches out in my body
Stretching itself in my fingers, making me kill everything
That I touch.
It feels nothing but an excitement
When it does so and yet remains so calm.

It has rid my heart of past obsessions and has given me new light.
Nothingness but emptiness.

Tuesday, 14 December 2010

I Am Me

I may not be the prettiest.
I may have an uneven skin tone.
I have all pimples, spots and zits.
I have strangely, straw like hair.
Rarely, almost never do I go to a hair dresser.
I have split ends which I enjoy snipping with a pair of scissors.
Occasionally I may layer it and get my sister or friends to cut it; I may even cut it myself.

I am not the smartest.
I am not academically gifted.
I have even re-taken A Levels and even a module at Uni.

I, at times, say, many times, say dumb things and get laughed at
And told off.

I have weird expressions.
I may laugh and smile to myself which others find bizarre.
I speak to myself out loud.

I make many mistakes and I am stubborn like an ass.
I may scream, yell, swear and argue as if possessed.
I may cry, throw tantrums and even stamp my feet.

Just as sweet as chocolate, I can be bitter like the saltiest sea.

But all this just makes me... Me.

“....Love Who You Are....”

The Poet

Friday, 10 December 2010

Whilst The Homeless Man....

Whilst we enjoy all this marvellous snow, playing, fighting, taking pictures; whilst we commute in the warmth and with the masses towards our small, warm homes take a moment to think of the homeless man. Think and feel of the bitter, harsh nights they spend on the frozen, ice cold floor.
Whilst we warm our hands on hot chocolates, tea and coffee... think of the hands of the homeless man. Think and feel the frost bite.
He has nothing to keep him warm, to keep him safe.
Whilst we stuff ourselves on food in fancy restaurants, take a moment whilst walking past the lonely, homeless man and feel his hunger... turn back, offer him food. And yes, it is better to teach him to fish but feed his hunger and you give him energy to fight, to survive, to live the next day. Whilst going on your journey though life take a moment to have compassion, empathy, mercy.
Give warmth, give shelter, and give love.
Remember that person which all life has forgotten and bring him back some life. One act of kindness goes so far.
Do not forget that whilst we are so fortunate there are those out there who are unlike us. Destiny has been cruel to them so let us never forget.
And to you dear Cynic!! Think not that they may squander you kindness on cigarettes, drugs, alcohol etc instead find the solution offer food or a hot drink, a pair of gloves. Mankind is not all so evil.
Have hope dear child!

Tuesday, 30 November 2010

Boo & Be

How frustrating I have misplaced the other blog that I had prepared but fear not my thought shall never cease to flow. These last few weeks have been packed with revision and work. Exams and coursework loom over me like a dreaded grey cloud that refuses to pass over.

At the start of this I had told you, dear child, that I would take you on a journey through life and all of its vast beauty and its ugliness. How is it so far?? Is the message getting across? I can only do this whilst reflecting on personal experiences.

EU coursework is due. The paper version lies in front of me. I should hand it in but I refuse till this is done. My brain aches to write something of use.

Already half the year has passed and so much has happened. I have become independent, stronger than I could ever hope to be. There have been plenty of times when life gets too much. Times where I have felt close to the end but here I am standing strong.
Where am I going with this, I hear you ask. Well I have mentioned to not rely on anyone, it is not an easy task once your trust has been shattered just once too many times but there are people out there who regardless of their idiotic, thoughtless comments are there and will remain beside you and continue to stand beside you even whilst you are going through hell and even when you spurn them away. They will remain standing in your shadow waiting for you to fall so that they can catch you in their arms.

So for this week’s blog I dedicate this to Boo & Be.

Who are they? They are the two halves of my heart. When I come crumbling down, when all else shatters like glass... they remain my roots, keeping me strong when the wind blows to harsh. They are the sun and the moon keeping my path alight. They are the ones I am ever staring at basking in their light. And yes, they can be foolish in their words, their actions will never meet what their hearts intend but I cannot be blind to everything they have given me. Likewise for you dear child, you may refuse to believe in the people around you but open up your eyes and let your heart embrace the truth.

These two are the ingredients which make up me. July2007 when my world was crushed yet again, when I had truly given up, when education, music, even those quotes I share with you could not save me it was Boo’s hug that kept my hope alive.

“Hope is one of the things that you cannot live without...”
~Leroy Douglas~

Sometimes in life no words are necessary.

And dear child let me tell you it was enough to keep me going, enough to keep me alive. And now here I am standing tall before you. There are a few people who will say its nothing. And yes, it is hard to ignore such time wasters but continue to fight and you will rise higher.

So to my dearest heart Boo Ninu, thank you for everything. It is a cliché but there are no words to express just how much I love you.
The world is blessed to have your beauty in its presence.

Friday, 26 November 2010

Poem - Someone Coulda Told Me

Someone coulda told me
That this was the way
It was gonna be.

I thought I could live it through,
I thought I knew.

Someone coulda told me
What I was getting into
I knew it like the back of my hand.
Who was I kidding?

Someone coulda told me,
That this was it.
I thought I recognised it.
I was given a different sight.

Someone coulda told me
I came in wrong
I thought “how could I ever be wrong?”
It was slapped on my face, I could never be right.

Someone coulda told me
What this was all about.
To me it was just monopoly
But then I realised the difference:
It was monopoly without the laughs,
Without the light.

Someone coulda told me,
That this is our cruel fate.

Someone coulda told me
That this was just and only life
-          It was no “biggy”

Some people said
“What you crying about?”
Others said “Told you so”
And one strange, individual came and said
“The only way out is death”

Now I stand, stare and say
“ Someone coulda told me...”

~The Poet~

Monday, 15 November 2010

Poem - I remember the time...

I remember the time I used to hold your face,
So close, stroke your cheeks...
These thoughts still bring pain to me.

I remember the time I used to love romance,
Used to love those sweet words,
Whispered only to me.

I remember the time when you would watch me secretly
And tell me you love openly.

I remember being happy,
I remember being in love
And I remember how great it felt
... The invincibility...

My one and only love.
I remember those many texts, emails, letters...
Each and every one filled with passion, innocence... purity.

I remember being loved.
I remember feeling special, the one and only... no need for jealousy, mistrust
I remember being beautiful.

I remember the strength of your arms around me.
I remember the power of your words
Yes I remember.

I remember love...

Sunday, 14 November 2010

Poem

Keep me locked in your eyes,
Tightly in your arms,
Hold me close in your embrace,
Keep me safe in your sweet kiss.

Entwine me in your fingers,
Clutch me tight around my waist,
Never let go, stay a hold of me long in place.

Plait yourself with my hair,
Wrap yourself around my neck
And clothe me with yourself.

Keep me warm beneath your skin
And let yourself run wild through my veins,
Keep my pulse going on and on,
Let my breaths run wild and deep.

Cover my body with your moist lips,
As I lie in your place,
Press your body close against mine,
Keep me safe from harm
As I lay in your arms.

Make me be the one you keep,
Stay as my shadow and I shall never set foot amiss.
Let me be the light in your life,
Let me be the breaths you take...
Let me be in every move you make.

Let me be your wildest dreams
Capture me in your fantasies
Let me be everything you want
And I will be all the things you need.


Let me be the sun to keep you warm,
The breeze that keeps you cool,
Let me be your world, you universe.


Let me be all the things you want...

~The Poet~

Thursday, 11 November 2010

Tuition Fees; on the recent demonstrations

I find I must touch again on a topic so vital to us all... education! I do not condone violence but in this particular situation I cannot disagree with it.  We cannot mindlessly criticise these acts of violence, indeed that is the main way in which wars and revolutions have been won, how countries have evolved, how democracy is gained. If the students are hungry enough for it then they must fight! We must encourage our fellow students to protest and even boycott such preposterous fees! It is despicable that in a free and democratic society our government believes it can charge such a laughable amount of money. These kids are not made of money and neither are their families. Yet again this government show their true colours, ensuring that only the rich, upper class can get into higher education and the damned Nick Clegg who vowed not to raise fees has sold his promise for the price of money and power “Little Puppet, dancing to the tunes of his Master”.  Of course we must allow some means of money for salaries and such other nonsense. However, prior 2005/6 we managed perfectly well without fees now the minimum of £3,290 is still barely manageable. Yes, indeed there are grants, bursaries loans etc all of which have some longed out process to apply for and even with the help provided there are vast numbers of students who remain clueless of who to turn to for help and remain in the dark, vast numbers of students who remain terrified of getting into debt, how will future generations cope with this ever impending financial doom looming over their heads???
To assist my fellow students in their fight for fair tuition fees here are a few ideas I have used: petitions, flyers, demo’s etc. Make it big and loud but remember screaming and shouting can only do so much, dear students we must hit these institutions where their hearts lie. We must have support of all teachers, lecturers, universities and all students. Only when the people come together as one entity can it succeed. Ensure that the roots are strong, the foundations must not break for if they do then inevitably the whole body shall fall. Media! The media is a powerful tool- so use it well, create sympathy and slowly but surely things will fall into place. Utilise all sources of media that you can remember the works of our Gandhi and King. Listen to their words carefully.
The students must rise up, they must not falter in their aim... they must continue and persist till they succeed in their endeavour. If the people are hungry enough for it then they will win.

“I will persist until I succeed. Always will I take another step if that is of no avail I will take another and yet another. In truth one step at a time is not too difficult. I know that small attempts repeated will complete any undertaking.”
~ Og Mandino~
"Only after the last tree has been cut down, Only after the last river has been poisoned, Only after the last fish has been caught, Only then will you find that money cannot be eaten."
~Cree Indian Prophecy~

(The opinions expressed here are the views of the writer and do not necessarily reflect the views and opinions of the University of Greenwich - Ed.)

Monday, 1 November 2010

Your knowledge will lead you through...

Life isn’t all fun and games and certainly it has and gives you more than you can ever possibly handle at times. But what can you do?
Pick yourselves up, as all the songs go, dust yourself off ... and keep on marching. Certain situations give rise to obviously different feelings. Let me share with you, dear reader. Like I mentioned earlier, in life you come across those who annoy, aggravate and irritate you and there is nothing you can do but to clench your teeth and smile at them. But one day, one day that will stop and you will no longer have to face them. Your hard work and your determination shall see you through. Put up with the bitterness and arrogance of others for one day you will be in a position much higher than them. Your knowledge will lead you through.
There are those who will put you down, who will criticise everything you do, who will fail at no opportunity to demean and put down all your efforts. Let them not get to you, reader, be strong and determined let their harsh words not bring you down but use them as steps to bring you up... and take each letter, each syllable as steps to reach your goal.
I am ever staring at the sun, basking in its glowing light.
I will rise like the sun ever higher, always reaching further.

 “...There is nothing impossible to him who will try...”
~Alexander The Great~

Occasionally in life mistakes are made. There is no escaping from this. We are humans, built to inevitably hurt and cause pain. And yes we can occasionally be hypocrites; we have double standards, all of which are known to our loved ones. Undoubtedly, you will meet those who intentionally aim to create hurt and harm others and those like most are innocent in their actions. We humans err, we falter; our insecurities like darkness overcome and descend upon us like a swarm of locusts. The key to understanding this like all other things is patience, persistence and perseverance... to gain strength from our hurt, to use our “wounds as our wisdom” and to use our obstacles as our stepping stones.
Open up your eyes to the facade of insecurity, be broken, be shattered, fall for only then will you be able to grow stronger...
The only way to recover from illness “eat a cold and sweat a flu”. Learn that what aims to break you will only do so much. Only you have the power to make yourself stronger, to make you believe in yourself. “Everyman is an island” build yourself up from scratch; if others make you then they can just as easily break you. Yes, it may be a pessimistic view of life but the truth tends to hurt. 


“...The mighty Oak was once a little nut that stood its ground...”
~Anon~

Friday, 29 October 2010

Poem - Price of life

Price of life

Life... pain... beauty... suffering... gain and loss.
Love and hate.
All of which mean less than what they seem,
All of them above...

In life comes many of these things
Gain always comes at a price, a price of £££ (Cha Cha Ching)
It always comes at a price of losssssss,
Comes at the price of Pain.

Life has more meaning than this; do you know what it is?
Gandhi said “Abolish this slavery; we are all free and one.”
King said “Unite hands, all races disintegrate, children play without care...”
Even Michael Jackson said “Heal the world make it a better place...”
(for you and for me and the entire human race)

Now they say kids become rich, become big; make more money than you can eat.
Now they say kids don’t use violence,
While PM’s declare war.
And now kids know not of what was said before...
About peace, love, harmony and tranquillity.

Life is now at a price of money, pain, blood loss and death
Pain is now at the price of more than can be lost...
More than this Earth can endure.
Beauty is at the price of dignity..
At the price of liposuction and tan myself brown
And bleach myself white.
Beauty becomes vanity
And vanity is Narcissus who drowned in
Admiration of himself.
Learn his lesson now.

Suffering is at the price the price at what someone bought.
Suffering is the oppression of all mankind; it is the cry of a starving child.
Suffering is now at the price of innocent lives.

Gain and loss will remain the same with but one exception
More lost than gained.
Do not laugh too soon nor cry in joy.
Wait for a while for a shadow may fall.
Love taken for granted; love at the price of gifts and materialistic nonsense.
It now seems easier to hate,
no money to spend but all on yourself
the world is now a hate filled place; no manners, no courtesy.
No love but anything but hate.

The darkness is descending, only few can change it; will you join me or are you one of them?
Enter the light...

~ The Poet ~

Wednesday, 27 October 2010

Poem - The Road to Success

The Road to Success


Desires, lusts, wants, needs and greed’s:
Created from the corners of your heart, made in the most secret part of your mind...
Desires to conquer the world
Should fuel your fire to keep fighting
And going on.
Light the candle that has been blown out.
Realise your own self worth.
Let your candle burn
But always keep it alight.
The thirst to have what you want,
When you want
Should be quenched by all means.
The fires in our hearts are what make us human beings,
Separate from the animals.

Feed your hunger all the sweetness it can take,
Do not let it linger for anything,
Always keep it happy.
Hunger is like a child’s tongue
Always wanting more sweets.

Needs become wants that you seem to die for...
Tell me what is the point?
Compare a want to love,
They say die for love but love is just the start,
It hasn’t yet begun, just like a want that needs to be fulfilled
So live, live, live!!
Do not die for love
Live for love
Let your love conquer all and live with love,
Keep it elated at all times.

Quench your thirst for victory,
Make the word your middle name,
Know nothing else but to win;
The word defeat does not compete.

Let your dreams become real,
Do not die for your dreams,
Live for them.
Make your dreams come true
And live with them.

Always nurture your ambitions.
Remember the only limit it beyond sight.

Sunday, 24 October 2010

Penny for Your Thoughts

There are some few people who just connect. Their eyes lock and without s single touch or a murmur of a word they come together in perfect harmony... like music. Two souls reach together, pull like magnets, a force so powerful, so out of this world. No, I speak not of love, dear reader, but of something more profound. Kindred spirits.
Penny for your thoughts...
This Saturday gone by was wonderful. I was at the place I love most (other than La Belle France). I found myself asking is it possible to fall in love with a place? With a building, with the landscape?
Looking at you places me in a trance. I admire your beauty, your strength. I am in awe of your presence. Greenwich you take my breath away.
Saturday 16th Open Day so many old familiar, it feels good those faces that was the start, the beginning of these blogs.
Summer 2010 another roller coaster ride. The enquiry unit brought stability, gave me focus, security when all else was crumbling down. I expected to leave it all behind. After four weeks break all ties, get on with Uni. No attachments, how wrong I was...
I smelt and tasted freedom unlike ever before. Let me speak of the people who i came to adore, to love and admire. Lucky Klover; the first time I was out so late by myself. Pizza and WKD. We sat by the river bank admiring the compass on our buildings, spoke of the origin of that compass, China 14th Century. We laughed together, shared our stories, shared our music “Cannon in D major by Jerry C, Puccini, Mozart”, eventually we came to share our tears and our pain. Never did I expect to meet and have such a dear friend, Lucky Klover. Of course, as with everything in life there are those who annoy you irritate you and aggravate you but they are not worth another mention, that my audience is the cycle of life. Then there are those who you need not say a word to, one look will suffice and you will know just know every detail of what they are thinking. I ask you, have you ever come across such people? Take a few moments to sit, look at someone, say nothing and penetrate their thoughts. When that final day came, it too, was the end of an era. With some you exchange numbers, FaceBook and with those very select few you decide that fate shall take the lead. Destiny shall lead the Waltz.
“ ... some say am a dreamer
But am not the only one...”
As I write this I feel so lucky, so insubstantial and delicate. It is seldom that you appreciate the things you have in life. So i propose lets take a moment, let me, reader, reach into your hearts and connect to you. Let our hearts beat as one. Health first and foremost that we can breathe, that we can feel, that we can communicate and that we should understand. Education, my dear love, to be taught and have knowledge. There is this great misconception that universities are all about partying and drinking, I assure you those who do not know that it is hard, laborious work which requires much determination. All those small things which we so often ignore.
Each week or rather with each blog I attempt to deliver deep into a particular thought and feeling... to take your hand and lead you out of the fog.
It has been brought to my attention by a fellow Blogger, of the demise of a student of our Uni, Jose Gallego. I personally did not know him but i think it is important that as fellow colleagues it is our duty to spare a part of our thoughts to him. In memory of Jose Gallego, a life lost too early. Death, dear children, is an inevitable part of life. We enter this world with nothing; in our wake we accumulate occasionally wealth, friends, and family and most certain of all things we, create our reputations, we build an image of our hearts, our minds in which people judge and remember us by. On a general basis what others tend to think of us is of no importance, it is irrelevant what they think and say. But what you make of yourself is how others shall remember you. Your words will “echo through the ages” as will your actions. You will leave a legacy behind of your mannerisms, your smile, your anger, your walk, your voice. Let us never forget.
Death is not the end, just the start of something else.
It has been the end of many things for me this year but also the beginning of a completely new age... one that is filled with potential and promise...

“...Good men must die, but death cannot kill their names....”

“It is truly said: It does not take much strength to do things, but it requires great strength to decide what to do... “
...Chow Ching ...

Thursday, 14 October 2010

Why Law?

That year it was like I had been reborn. I had discovered a new me, discovered the self. Something in the universe had snapped, fallen into place, it was a cosmic doing.
War, terrorism, racism, poverty etc had shown me firsthand how sordid the human mind can be. At that point in time I decided my destiny, my fate. A light had been lit that could never be extinguished. As cheesy and childish as it may sound I wanted to change the world. Yes, it is long, gives you much grief and pain but it is so rewarding. When you make that change or help that person you feel a sense of victory. It is not merely about gaining world peace but in the small actions that we carry out which so often go unnoticed and unappreciated.
Leo Buscagalia said it best:

“...“Too often we underestimate the power of a touch, a smile, a kind word, a listening ear, an honest compliment, or the smallest act of caring, all of which have the potential to turn a life around.”

 

It is no easy task to bring about change for the betterment of mankind but with persistence and determination it can surely be achieved.

Organising local Stop The War demonstrations and numerous charity events were my small steps. I, however, came to the realisation that demo’s and money could only go so far. The root of all things is laid down in society, in the public... the people. Change for the betterment would be achieved through the law; through regulating society... thus the law was my answer!

If we could adapt rules, regulations that dictate how society functions could well improve the way we are.

But of course like with everything else there was a slight problem with that... society has this misconception that the law and rules are meant to be broken.

 

As I went along my second year doing my re-take I became an ambassador (best job ever!) and then another idea came blazing into me. To inspire, influence, to teach.  Changing the law is one thing but to reach into someone’s heart, to infiltrate their minds and the way people think is an entirely different matter. Eventually in several years to come teaching the masses, the future generations shall become my path.

 

The law could regulate society and it is a beautiful tool in ensuring order in society when used correctly but it cannot reach the people’s hearts... that can only be done through wisdom, patience, experience and quite simply another person’s heart.

And so the march continues...

 “Never doubt that a small group of thoughtful, committed people can change the world. Indeed it is the only thing that ever has.”

~ Margaret Mead~


Thursday, 7 October 2010

The Cost of Uni

Today my pockets hurt.
I do so enjoy purchasing new books. The crisp, clean sheet just waiting to be turned – to be highlighted and written up. The promise those pages hold for the coming year.
It is a joy for me to have the pleasure of purchasing my law books. (I am very proud of what I am doing as you can see) but it also causes me great concern and financial grief. These books like many others are not cheap. How can one afford to buy all these texts!
Education should be free, enjoyable. It should bring pleasure. In its intricacies and our lack of our understanding it should come to us as a challenge, which it does, for when we do understand it we will have conquered it.
But why must we pay to have knowledge?
Of course having said all this I understand that it is money that makes the world work. Money that the vast amount of people crave for, pine and desire and lust after. With money comes great power alas it is not always the most kind and knowledgeable people who have it.
Perhaps one day we shall feel free to congregate and teach our fellow man our specialities our expertise. Perhaps we will come to sit around a table and exchange what others have taught us.
“... to enter freely into a lecture room and feel pleasure to listen to our tutors, to not feel compelled as if it were a chore and a bore to complete assignments. After all one day it is that knowledge in which we place our hope to provide us a career, a future. It is that knowledge that will guide us into the real world... that all in which we will depend on...”
“Knowledge is the foundation of Life...”

Wednesday, 29 September 2010

My first blog...

“If you have knowledge let other light their candle in it.”
And the question arises again.
There comes a time in every man’s life where he shall fall. The question lies has he the will to stand up again? I have, can you?
Greenwich! Where time begins.
You are so very beautiful; within your white walls I feel at home, at peace. The world goes by but you are never changing. Your beauty is one that enthrals all. On that summer day, Greenwich, you captured me with your golden topped dome, painted walls and locked me within yourself. This would be home for the next four years. My sanctuary.
Your beauty and friendliness reminds me of La Belle France. It reminds me of childhood days so carefree, so happy and ever so mesmerising.
How can I introduce you to myself? As time goes by we shall become well acquainted. With you, dear reader, I hope to make your heart smile.
Let me commence with a question. What brings you here, dear reader? To this page? What brings you to Greenwich? Whatever the answer maybe life has a way of lurching out at you and pulling you along its roller coaster ride and whether you like it or not you must follow!

It was a long, arduous process to get to the position that I am now in. Hard yet liberating – to love yourself, to appreciate and accept life’s mysterious ways is indeed a great challenge. In doing so you will begin to join the path towards enlightenment.

So let us finally begin our introduction: Second year LLB law, how very proud I am to have the pleasure of saying that.

My first year at Greenwich was a real eye opener. Legal Method, English Legal System, Contract and the most dreaded Constitutional and Administrative law. It was difficult to put it simply. Treacherous! Yet all it required was my full attention, my attendance and commitment. All of which it did not have.

I had made the entrance to study law no easy task – for law or any other subject. To stay here required so much more. In my first year I met many people as you will do too and only two of those became close friends. I admired my lecturers, aspired to be like them but how could I with so much confusion and loneliness going through my mind.
I went on as normal, as best I could. The months went by and I remained a below average student. Summer time came and so did the exams – I did what I could which was not much considering all the seminars and lectures missed. I remember a teacher from my school days describing the exam period: all along the year we’ve been jogging. It was a race and the final line, the finish line was well in sight. All we had to do was sprint with all our might towards the end.” And so I sprinted, poured what I thought was my all into revision and such but then those results came out I should not have been surprised. The exams I passed but re-takes were in order for all my coursework’s. Sigh.
It was all but one module and even that all but one percent 39% and they still made me retake the dreaded Constitutional and Administrative Law. At least this time I would show them what I was really capable of. My hard work to be at Greenwich doing law was quickly dwindling away. I needed to regain back their confidence in me and my own confidence in my skills and knowledge. All that which I had strived for was quickly being snatched away. My belief in myself to do law was diminishing. I began thinking that I was not worthy of doing such a prestigious degree. But as the days went by I made a promise. A promise to fight, to fight for what I felt was my destiny. Law had been my dream since I was thirteen I wasn’t about to let 1% stand in my way. I put my head down and never took my eyes off those books. And now I await my second year lectures.

The point of all this I hear you ask dear reader?? To show you: I am not perfect. I am not an A grade student. University is not easy. Life gets in the way of the things we really want but then again nothing can be done without enduring pain.
Put your goal into your sight and let nothing get in the way for as the poet Adrian Mitchell says “The only limit is the sky.”