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Triumph of A Bus Stop Boy

A newborn baby is left at a bus stop in Fulham at dawn — not because he is unwanted, but because leaving him is the only way to save his life. Simon Clark grows up without parents, raised in the British foster care system, carrying the quiet wound of abandonment. Brilliant yet painfully alone, he endures neglect, cruelty, and isolation, never knowing why his life began in silence. Unbeknownst to him, his mother Phoebe Mukasa made an impossible choice. Once a hopeful university student in Uganda, Phoebe’s life was shattered by loss, betrayal, and violence. After being assaulted by a powerful man and forced to flee her country, she is trafficked to London and trapped in a dangerous household run by criminals. When she gives birth in secret, she is faced with a horrifying truth — if she keeps her child, he will be taken or destroyed. So she leaves him where someone kind will find him. Years later, Simon re‑emerges as a successful businessman in London, his past colliding with those who once tormented him. But success cannot answer the question that has followed him all his life: why was he left behind? When a long‑hidden letter finally reveals the truth, Simon must confront a reality that changes everything he believes about love, sacrifice, and survival. The Triumph of a Bus Stop Boy is a powerful story of immigration, resilience, and the unseen love that saves a life — even when it looks like abandonment. Some beginnings are acts of courage. Some triumphs begin at a bus stop.
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The Vortexless death

Chaos reveals the false The chaotic is the false The enlightened ruler grows lazy before reality The tyrant imposes himself upon the world with his gaze alone The one who places a crown upon his head yet hungers for the mortal realm The one dressed as a peasant, clutching a knife, dancing wildly Come, leap up—dance while singing praises to the king So that we may pray for rain, for sun, for an eternal song to the royal line Weep? Why weary yourself with tears, O nameless one in the annals of history? Your name is but an anonymous digit, flickering for a single instant Who are you, oh self-proclaimed “I,” who are you to become the dog of “I”? The lecher sees happiness wherever his eyes fall The arrogant one—who dares bow his head to look at the road ahead? Who out there dares sing the epic of love? Who out there dares speak aloud the loneliness of the man standing in the crowd? We are far apart, yet near; we see, yet cannot touch We keep walking—why reach the place? We arrive—why have we come? Why must we still walk? The starving see crumbs and call them true love The rich look at poverty and call it truth Truth is ignorance; ignorance is numbness Do I dare walk upon the corpses of the wretched? I see truth in the poor, yet the poor cannot see it themselves Could it be—they are simply lazy? Envy toward the three laws of the sky and clouds How can I reach the high clouds, O Icarus? I arrive—my wings melt away I look—the sky scorches my eyes I speak—the wind steals my words I crave connection—the more I seek, the lonelier I become I crave money—the more I seek, the poorer I grow I crave knowledge—the more I seek, the less I believe O fallen one cast from the heavens, tell me O one who touched the horizon, show me The song that rises from this age I dance among thousands of dancers The first time I danced, I was shy Sometimes I stumbled, sometimes I laughed But how dare my life fall too often? For my clothes were never made to last Dreams of splendor are like fresh green grass The dreamer climbs high into the clouds The fool tumbles into the fish pond The slave sees golden light upon the throne The hot-tempered sees the tyrant’s decree The noble sees radiance inside the treasure chest The betrayed sees happiness in lowly places The starving sees a piece of bread in a child’s hand The indifferent sees only calloused palms Majestic kingship—sullied by lowly slaves sitting beside it Pierced through by the cunning, seduced by the lovelorn Planted with flags by the zealous, lain upon by the empty Obscured by debauchery, obscured by grief “That year, I—the depraved one—came to this place, bearing countless sins of corruption. He gazed upon the eternal gate, freely trampling the eternal dark river, branding seven songs upon the dark souls of the walking dead: ‘Wrath ignites the flames of the world Lust loses the feeling of love Greed inevitably loses the self’s true will Pride shoulders the heavens it built itself Sloth helplessly watches the world collapse Gluttony is swallowed by the hunger of the earth Envy is slain by the spear of the lowly’” Thus is humanity: trampling one another while sneering in laughter, witnessing pain yet despising it War and chaos born of pride, swords and blades born of greed Bullet wounds born of rage Hunger devours even morality, greed robs the laws of heaven Rage incinerates the original heart Lust trades all things for fleeting pleasure Sloth inevitably blinds itself, pride leads to catastrophic fall Envy topples the king
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