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A Depressed soul
A Depressed soul

If you’ve wandered along this plane long enough to come to that realization that the world is up against you but have had no sympathy from anyone yet, I welcome you to the pity cathedral.

Honestly, I have been there and back – felt it all. That feeling of overwhelming crush, the weight that builds the muscles of your heart and makes its contraction difficult, the sigh that plays a monotonous hum and the clap-cheering of imaginary mockery.

What baffles me is how your loved ones fail to reckon with your struggles. Can’t they see? Couldn’t they come to your rescue against the conspiracy of nature? Oh, you think the world turns them against you too? Now, I see you are in the valley of reckoning. You see how much the world owes you and how badly it defaults in payment. Has any of those you went miles for denied you the pleasure of coming a foot close to your destiny?

And, suddenly, you feel like quitting the scene. No, not like the misguided fundamentalist, only the method equals you and them.

There are so many ways of exiting the scene, some at the end of a cheering performance with a bow and standing ovation from the audience; some others, through the emergence doors are the slightest smoking within the cinema. The choice of which route to take is entirely yours as with many choices that life deals you on every round of the game.

But take a moment to meet some dignitaries in this cathedral for we take pleasure in sympathizing with one another and affirming the suffering of others.

Our priest is a man who suffered a devastating stroke at the peak of his prime but the funny dude went on to survive the plague and became the voice of reasoning to his generation, bringing words of hope and enlightenment to the youths. This guy could have given up and quietly ceded defeat as many did but he just thrived on for a day like this.

Oh, have you met our Deacon? That Dude is another case entirely. He lost his investment in the great depression of 2009, in a world worst than that of Job. Imagine the media mockery, the societal snubbing, his family all didn’t die but his wife divorced him and married a thriving businessman, his children were taken over by the social welfare and he was wanted for unpaid loans. This man rose to become the CEO of a new generation bank and serves aptly as our counsellor in this cathedral.

Wait a second, our choir mistress’ case is so pitiable you could have volunteered to help end her miserable life were you in close quarters then. She had sponsored her first lover, from a poor background, through the university against her parents’ will. The husband-to-be paid her back handsomely by eloping with her best friend a fortnight to their marriage. This never-say-ever lady went on to marry the most adorable man ever to trend the surface of the earth according to her.

As you can see, life is never ending. Defeat is never final.

That you are where you are today is not a guarantee that you would be there tomorrow. Life is an act not a science. Your actions and inactions determine your destination in life.

Life is neutral.

That you are out on a raining day, even if you were beaten by the rain days earlier, don’t guarantee you to be dry at the end of the day.

Life doesn’t owe anyone anything other than shared graces.

If you are in a position to render any help, you have better do it for those who can’t pay you back.

The same rain shall pour on the farm of the indolent and the industrious. The same wind shall blow the way of the fragile and the sure-footed foundation the only differentiator is our level of preparation.

Principles are static, but man is dynamic. You can pattern your life after manners it will profit you in alignment with the stated principle of life.

Life is about sowing and reaping, give and take and sacrifices in between.

So, you think the world is against you? Think again!

An Accident — Friday Fictioneers

Credit: Roger Bultot
Credit: Roger Bultot

Who wants a job half-done but pays fully?

Dave had promised the labourers full wage without bringing the tree down.

Dave and Made were going to have a make-up date. He pulled over outside the house, on the street.

“Kate, I better attend to this gardener before we go”

A devastating scream trailed his steps as he tripped on a rope on the ground calling out to me.

A smirk played on his face as I turned away from his porch to see him coming and his backdrop of tragedy.

“Hey, you’re here for your money?”

“No, I’d rather call the police”


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