Musings of a heart clinging to dying strength. How strong would I be if my breath has been infiltrated with fears? Fears of my rights to dream. Will my existence make a mark of sacrifice if ever am to be reborn? Or will I be in the shackles of pain and limitations cos that's the level I was told I can only dare aspire for. I wish I received the support for breaking same record, obu aru nam bu nwanyi? All I wanted was for my voice to be heard. Heard for the respect I deserve. Heard not for the mounds on my chest.