Whatever you are , make sure you are proud of what you are. Learning to carry yourself is an art, which very few can master.
I have been a late bloomer ever since I was born; probably I was one person who defined the word late bloomer. Normally newborn babies cry on their birth, it took almost three injections on my bum to make me cry. I took my time to crawl and later walk and my mum thought I was mute when I surprised her one day by calling my daddy; Daada’. I was an average student; remember almost barely passing since my first day of school. I was an introvert and my mum secretly believed I was dumb since my family was of high achievers and I passed my grade one with a grace mark, probably because the teacher was acquaintance with my mum.
In the first fifteen years of my life, I don’t remember talking to any girl. I was shy…
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