In the days of old, when all we ever see is people struggling, many huzzling, striving to survive by all means, by hook or crook, when manna stopped falling from heaven, and water halt dropping from the rocks, when everyone did find himself by himself, no one to call for help, no one would even look at you twice to ask "how are you doing?"
In the days of old, when as a soldier, you are either wounded or dead, when lions used to look for innocent souls to devour, when two plus two used to economically make twenty-two, when the philosophy of what you sow is what you reap, wasn't taken into mind.
In the days of old, when google wasn't the giant of all search engines and Yahoo wasn't the athlete that was stripping others of their medals, when everyone used to agree that the Internet was just another name found in the I column of the dictionary.
In the days of old, when standard of living was so high that for me to survive, I had to take to doing odd jobs, then, when I used to live from hand to mouth and I never knew what butter was made of, because I couldn't afford it, talkless of tasting it.
I'm talking of the days, when all I ever had was a pocket fill to the brim with air, when I use to have only two pairs of trousers for months, even years when I knew I was really, really suffering and I can't help myself out of my misery, when I knew I was suffering, but there was nothing I could do about it, when I could have gladly eaten for months, what was meant for a week.
In the days of my humble beginning, that's when I'm talking about, when I thought to be who I am today would cost me an arm and a leg, the only I gave up was my attitude, I developed a winning one and today, I'm a giant in the aspect of success.
You too can be, if you only give the sleeping in you a chance!
Emu Peter,
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