I don’t aspire to be famous.
Dreams of being a footballer died long ago!
I long to love and be loved.
To leave behind a legacy of joy and happiness with those I deeply cared for.
Shackled by an underutilised, unproductive and unfulfilling past.
I’m playing catch-up from a youth misspent.
Mistakes marred my 20s and 30s.
Traumas and scars. Hospitals and bars. It has all taken its toll.
But I have a second chance. To step up for my son.
To be the best father I can be.
I hope I can make him proud.