What inspires you?

Hello beautiful people. Thank God it's Friday! So, for the next few posts, I'll be putting up stories of people who do what they love to do best, their inspiration and how they continue in that line they have chosen. The first is Mercy Okpanachi...

Hi! My name is Mercy Sophia Okpanachi. I am a huge music freak (any genre), a huge nerd too. I am so in love with Sprite and Five Alive (you could bribe me easily with them). I am also very shy and quiet.
Well, I basically love to draw and paint. It feels like putting memories into a portrait, putting emotions to life, more like telling a story.
The people who inspire me are
-My mother (because she is a hard worker and multitasking)

-Timberland (awesome producer ever)
-Joyce Meyer
-Hilda Labafilo
-Janelle Monae
-Audu Maikori (CEO of Chocolate City)
Yeah...that's all basically. Doing what you love doing can be frustrating and annoying at times but the inspiration and passion keeps me going. My advice? Just keep doing what you love, it'll pay off someday. Keep the love alive.

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There's more to come, goodnight sweethearts!

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