Who could
have thought that Tunde, the bike man, would get his bike snatched from him by
his passengers just this morning, this morning eh? He had just carried them
from the junction to a destination he wasn’t too familiar with but he was going
to ‘rough’ it. The ‘scope’ a lot of bike men uses to avoid losing their
potential clients. He knew something was wrong when everywhere seemed quiet and
deserted, that was when he told them he wasn’t going anymore. They agreed and
got off his bike only to give him the beating of his life and left with his
bike. He didn’t know how he got to the bus-stop. All he knew was that he was on
the floor telling his story in tears to people hoping a good Samaritan was
listening. He had his wife in the hospital and was hoping he’d make some money
before evening to pay up part of her bills. He even had an outstanding debt of
500k which he had been paying in 50ks; he had paid just twice when the bike was
taken - his only means of livelihood. He was a father, husband, and debtor.
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| When the internet feels your pain too... |
Who could
have thought that you’d lose your brother, only brother whom you had just hung
out with the night before he died? To think that he died of headache, ordinary
headache or so it seemed. Headache you have constantly and remain unmoved now
killed your brother. What do you blame it on? Your brother, for welcoming the
headache? Headache, for visiting your brother? Death, for being cruel? Life,
for being mysterious? Or yourself, for not having the headache as a guest
instead knowing it has been your companion? He had his whole life ahead of him
considering the fact that he had just completed his first degree and was
heading to the abroad to further his studies. Yeah of course, going to the
abroad might not seem like a big deal but for Henry, it had been a lifelong
dream so you alongside your parents made sure it happened. Loans, denying
yourself from some of life’s pleasure just to make a brother’s dream come true.
It happens and just a week before he finally leaves for the abroad, he’s dead. Now
you have to deal with the loss, and debts. Maybe life is indeed a pot of beans
as they say. You don’t even know what it means but all you know is, life isn’t fair.
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| Sigh |
Life can
be confusing a lot of times. One minute you’re celebrating a promotion, the
next minute you’re mourning a loved one. Rich people commit suicide and you
wonder why when all you need to make your life better is just a few millions. You
just wonder why certain things happen at the time they do. Who made the rules? You
ask, hoping you could have a word or two with whoever it is. You’re left with
only one choice – survive, live each day as it comes and be grateful for
everything (good or bad).
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