MAN OF FATE
Days and days I move without means but a heavy heart
Like the birds of the air I am though they move along with no fear
For the son of man, no means at all not even a hat
Day in day out with suffering and pain while I remain here
Ooh! Man of fate I am.
Loss of parents is the best experience so far
Lack of parental love and care is the most I hate
Truly I say no position and worthiness I confer
My worry and pain is to remain in the same state
Ooh! Man of fate I am.
With no exclusion of even the children they set their attitude
Seeing poverty linger around our home stead is their pride
Without excuse and apology, they call me dude
But I hope one day as long as god live I will make a stride
Ooh! Man of fate I am.
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JOSEPH OBIERO
Former student of Maasia Mara university where I pursued Bsc. Financial Economics, a certified public accountant (CPA), and trained as Disater Risk Reduction ambassadar at International College of Peace Studies, Nairobi. Ama holder of an Executive Diploma In Supply Chain Management from Open University of Kenya. Current student pursuing Certified Procurement and Supply Professionals of Kenya and Diploma in Business Management at Kenia College. Am currently working with Kenia College as trainer of Accounting and finance and current Head Of Department of Bussiness and Finance. CONTACT:0745023756
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