It’s a recurring hoodoo i face.
Riding hope and losing sight of a comfortable career.
Engineering change can be a lonely island.
I still wear the clothes my mum bought me.
She keeps a good mood even when i blew it.
And assists me with finding the gears.
Maybe that’s what it’s all about. To be grateful even in the dim of things…
On the horizon i see a new economy.
A population educated in character, that break the mould, lead and govern with transparency.
Squiz the site and sample what you like.
We’re going to study what’s hidden in beings.