Money, the master To teach or not to Will it be the truth? Will its concept ruin her? What will she prefer? Will it have a grip on her? Will she understand its laws? That it can be flawed. Can she hold on tight but loosely at the same time? Do I understand what a master it is? She shouldn't fall for its kiss. Oh, she'll definitely have to fight. But in time, she'll resign her faith to the divine. Oh, I should let you know, with a focus on you to grow that it is a master, a hard taskmaster and sometimes ruthless. For such a master, you cannot trust Under its feet you become dust. Nonetheless, it must be conquered. Oh, that she might be honoured and others too, who triumphantly blew the trumpet and danced to the tune of a superior Master. © August 2020, Joana Ekpott