We work hard everyday trying our best to make ends meet. We wake up very early in the morning and go to bed very late with little or no food. We work so hard to eke out a living and survive in this world but it seems our efforts don’t count. We cry. We work. We toil. Nobody seems to be paying attention or looking towards us. Nobody notices our hard work or dedication to duty. People insult us and call us names because they feel we’re the reason for our own failure. They may be right or wrong. The world is harsh I know,but we never stop working.
We have repeatedly placed our hope on people and they failed us. Many have authoritatively told us that their late great grand father and the president were classmates,so we shouldn’t worry…”Employment na our own”. We believed him with every sense of commitment and even gave him our body. We used our last ‘card’ and had some good time with friends in celebration of our new job. We may be stupid or not. But we sincerely hoped it will click. It didn’t.
We trusted our best friend with a secret that our life hangs on. We might have been stupid to trust in such a true best friend. Maybe yes or no. The secret was a secret till the best moment of our life came around. From the blues,the best friend stabs our secret right into our heart and destroys our home,family,career and everything we’ve ever worked for. We trusted him so much to pay back and we loaned him money off the books. After all,he is our “guy”.
My name is Martin Beck Nworah and I know. I try my best to write anything that comes to my head and hope it helps us to live a better life. I read many books and try my best to focus in life. I don’t party, drink,smoke,club,flirt,fling or have any negative deviant attitude(rubbish,bros…your life is boring joor). I continue to work,pray,hope,study and trust that our Nigeria will be better for my generation. The future seems dark and holds no light for us. But I still believe. I am confident that Nigeria will wake up and be the true giant of Africa both on papers and in terms of development.
Till we get to the Promised Land,I shall be waiting for when you will pass me a glass of water and thank God for the gift of grace for the race.