He smiles with everyone, cheerfully.
Care-freely he played with his neighbours children.
He had no friends, no one visited him.
Some people labeled him a cultist,
Others labeled him a robber.
"How can someone live and not have a single soul come to visit him?" They often said.
To the children, he was "Uncle Elias"
He often bought them biscuits and sweets.
But to himself, he was a failure.
He was a product of rape.
He was referred to as an 'Osu'
His mother, who was his only source of hope, left him when he needed her most.
His uncles deserted him. His friends did too.
He has been applying for admission for 7 years, and light has refused to shine on his path.
He couldn't secure a good job.
The place he was working as a cleaner, his boss suddenly fired him for no reason.
He couldn't take the frustration, throe, embarrassment and shame.
He bought sniper on his way home that afternoon.
He drank the insecticide.
He died, slowly and painfully.
Two days later, neighbours noticed he haven't left his room since that afternoon he walked into his room.
They perceived an uncondusive smell from his room, they broke it open.
It was discovered that he had died long ago.
My daily affirmation inspired by think and grow rich by Napoleon Hills
By December next year, I'm hoping to accumulate a net worth of $80,000 and monthly income in excess of $4,000.
How do I plan to hit my target? I'm an artist and also good at sculpture. I'll put my talent to work and come out with brilliant paintings, drawings and sculptures. I'll deliver good work for anyone who need my services while I earn for posting my works on blurt.
To make this a reality, I'm willing to work for blurt blockchain if given the opportunity to showcase my skills. Just like I was told about blurt, I'm telling people about blurt also.
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