WURAOLA MI (BIRTHDAY)
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#OLUWASEUN *WURAOLA MI* _*There's no greatness without a process*_ Today marks the birthday of the source process of my existence and greatness. Happy birthday To the mother who carried me in her womb for nine months and breast fed me for over 3years, I say happy birthday. To the one who bathed me, nursed me, cater for me, clean up my mess, excreta/dung and urine daily when I was growing up, I say happy birthday. To the one who had sleepless nights because of my pains in teething stage and bore the insults of neighbours when I scatter their things or spoil their things when I was crawling, I say happy birthday. To the one who goes about with one or no cloth just to clothe me with an amazing attire, I say happy birthday. To the one who hawked and did different petty jobs and chores just to feed me, send me to school and make me greater than my colleagues, I say happy birthday. To that loving woman, *WURAOLA MI* who passed through hell fire just to make me surviv