Spilled milk is hardly retrievable especially and Yesterday had lived.Tomorrow might match mirror it or reveal more. Today is prologue intercept between yesterday and our tomorrows; and fresh start cloaked in yesterday’s challenges and successes. I lost my yesterdays because of not taking chance or dancing when God clapped for me at the American ballroom. My yesterday was predicated on serving rural Gambia than privileges and luxuries. It is passionate commitment relating to how I met my goal through sheer iron will for my people.It shed reason why we need ignite the embers of giving not only to illuminate an others’ life but to remove despondent moments from needy hearts. This lets love, hope and light triumph over darkness on earth. Kindly join good cause waiting for your mark. Good United Kingdom and Americans helped bring hope touching core of the villager’s hearts immensely. The glory in bringing relief to surpasses all life’s elation. I write to raise funds for building of Njawara village hospital.< Less