From Ajegule to Forbes

(A Personal Sonnet of Vision, Education & Rise)

I stitched my dreams beneath a leaking roof,
Where Ajegule’s dust still crowned my hair,
Each night I studied — failure was my proof,
That greatness grows when hope defies despair.

No books enough, yet wisdom found a way,
I learned through work what classrooms never taught,
Each broken dawn became my light of day,
Each loss a spark that fired the dream I sought.

Now Forbes records the path my hands designed,
But wealth means little if I walk alone,
So I reach back to lift the left-behind,
To teach that faith can carve its name in stone.

From slum to summit, I became the sign—
That vision turns the ordinary divine.