Letter to my wounded 🐑 sheep; on how to become a warrior 🇺🇬

Dear wounded sheep, Ever heard of what the world likes to call balls? Yes, I am afraid you're gonna need that. My name is warrior and I have been fighting with myself since age six. Atleast that is what I remember. I have been dumb, broken, a loser and a winner all the same. My... Continue Reading →

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