From infancy's first breath, a path beset with strife , a journey fraught with hardship, a challenging life.
Even those of my own blood, whose love I should embrace, became the very shadows, casting me in a desolate space.
Yet through the darkest valleys, where hope seemed to depart, a divine intervention, mended my broken heart.
The God of Sir UBA, through His vessel, clear and true,
Set my spirit soaring, to skies forever blue.
Through His oracle, Sir UBA, a hand of grace extended, the chains of bondage broken, my life was gently mended.
I marvel at this miracle, this unexpected turn, a gratitude so boundless, for the lessons I did learn.
For if he had not offered himself to be used, I'd still be chasing phantoms, utterly confused.
But with his guidance, wisdom, and faith, he showed the way, to break free from the mirage, and step into the light of day.
He is Sir UBA, a beacon shining bright,
A catalyst of freedom, dispelling all the night.
He is the messenger, of a power from above, a testament to grace, a beacon of true love.
My heart overflows with gratitude, a praise I long to share, That it is through Sir UBA, that burdens I could bear.
So let the world bear witness, and let the truth be told,That it is his selfless service, that made my story bold.
But, as Oliver Twist, I remain,
The human fallibilities remain.
Still on my knees, I remain.
And my gratitudes remain...
©️Dec. 2024
Emmanuel K. Doga
[Prof. DEK]
