The School of life

Hello world ! My name is Lady E and I am here!

Beyonce's 'I Was Here' would be a name of the list of people who left their mark on the world and I will be on it! I am here, not yet a graduate of the School of Life, but bearing the scars of life,(well learnt lessons). I had an epiphany over the weekend. If I am to entitle my autobiography, I would call it '[c] The Makings Of A Queen'. Yes, I am the Queen of my Empire.

I am a work in progress,there is still so much to learn, but I am finally where I am supposed to be.(And from here on I am working towards where I am going). Yes, I do admit that I have complained that my life should have gone in the 'order' that I wanted it to go, but of late, it has dawned on me, had it gone my way, I probably wouldn't have known what I know now.

The school of life teaches us what no school,or university or college can teach.Education can equip people to be smart and technical,but the practicality of life is way different.Strangely even television has taught me a thing or two, especially the show, 'Two Broke Girls'. (It only takes a dollar to build an empire).

How you ask? Ever heard the saying, 'Rome was not built in one day'? It is true,but it takes steps,(even small ones),towards building that empire.The road is not easy.It takes a lot of resilience,courage and a 'faith-that-moves-mountains' kind of faith.

So today,I encourage all y'all to start living.Take a course with the School of Life, (seriously start focusing on that course).Do not wait for life to happen,go out there and make life happen. Life is too short. (I cannot stress that enough). But do not be too impatient to get to the 'promised land'. (With every struggle, or fall,learn something and ensure that you do not spend a long time going around the 'desert').

And if if you do not make it,at least you would have tried. 'Because if tomorrow never comes, I will be known as the achiever more than the dreamer'- Eloya Somaine

I am here.It has begun with my MPV, now I am walking into my destiny.....

P.S: Always write your own love story.

Ciao!

Lady E

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