My great grandfather was a beggar,
he soon learnt how to make canvas on his journey of begging, then eventually became a canvas factory owner.
Food was most luxury in my home as they don’t want us to starve any more.
In life I learnt this habit of food came first no matter how straitened I am,
it had came to my mind today,
is my creativity taken by my food?
Why? I’m not sure the reason. I just feel that I’m a short cut expert. What ever will give me food, I’ll do it.
I was moved today by this lyrics:
We met like duck weeds on water, but you have given me so much