12/07/2023
On my way this morning I met a certain man by name Mr. Paul, he was looking so Haggard and depressed, his countenance was running in batches of frustration, his furrow hid under his browse counting lines of unfairly life tale.
Seeing this I decided to take a walk to him, just before reaching nigh to him, he paused and was starring at me as if I came from a world different from his.
Good morning sir I greeted, immediately he retorted morning, I said, you look troubled hope all is well? He replied, all is not well and I don't think it's going to be. Because it seems my name had been engraved on the wall of frustration, agony, pains and bitterness. I replied: wow! That's sad but in either ways I think is not still the best way to classified yourself. He replied, it might not be to you but to him he has seen it all, I said okay, but what is the challenge?. He replied, as he speaks his shelter is uncompleted building, his food is when he managed to see garri and sip. He asked tearfully has life not deal with him enough? What else?. I shook my head in a nodding direction, pondering on the pains of his agony piercing my heart but I have to grip up and smile motivationally. I immediately drew out my wording sword, life at times offers what you have and haven't, it's not a friend to those that easily give up, it's ever ready to meet you at where you wish to meet it. He replied fanatically, what do you mean? I replied, please calm down let's retrospect, have you heard the story of a poor man, that says life is miserable, that is better he dies than living a life of no meaning? I continued, this poor man prepared himself to die but before he hang himself and die, he decided to eat the only food he has which is Banana. While he was eating the banana and drop the pills from the banana to the ground, some body was already on the ground picking the pills and eat it. When he noticed this he discovered that his own condition is a king to someone's else, he immediately came down from the tree and go home. While I was still speaking the Mr. Paul felt to his knees with tears uncontrollably, I helped him up and he wipe off the tears and said if this is what life is, I will never give up until I make the glory of life my footstool.
Don't expect all to be Rossy just keep pushing to make the way. #
