Well friend,
I guess its been a while leaving you out here without a word from me to you.
Its the business of life and learning, working on my new books and trying to see what next I can teach with my life's journey.
So, today we are going to start from a true life experience, a story written for those who really need to understand the lessons life offer and sometimes the reason we all do go through different things to become better for others and our future.
I pray you learn as you go on with me here, in a story titled "From a Boy to A man: Enjoy!
The day could not be imagined. It was one of those lovely days in which the flowers blossom beautifully, the birds sings, the wind owls, and the trees whistle. The stillness of the earth could not just be imagined. It was a wonderful sight, and a day for the earth to be alive. But for one man stood a fallowing problem; he was lonely with so many talents to sooth and booth the world. He was a writer, a singer and a poet, but his family would neither jeer him up nor look his way. He loves being himself, attending church services, seminars, writing and giving out poems. Though there were many who pray to have just one of his many gifts, yet all who have met him only want to receive, not lend any helping hand for his progress.
He was determined to make it through in life knowing that the greatness of any man is achieved in tests, trials and taking only God as a bait. He has few friends, not so close to him; no girl as a real partner but friends. People call him “trainer” but his name was Mr. T; and truly with his name abound good speeches, a different techniques of writing poetry, speaking, singing and teaching; he was good.
Looking into the profile of his growing up in life; he had started writing from primary school, only then his words were dotted on love letters and life sayings, and he could not get past his primary school level due to different burdens from his family. The mother was not there to take care of him after he had been waned from infant milk. He grow up trying different things, then work for a while to get some cash saved for going back to school but his father subscribed the money for playing a game of pool. His life wallows in religious propagation from friends, families and foes. He became a reader, reading any book worth his salt. He compose songs, wrote poems and plays. None could believe nor accept that he will ever get above his primary education, for they all thought he would just learn a trade and lay around, becoming nothing. But his mind was made up to get to the top, more than anyone can think of him in life.
Mr. T had gone through the thorny side of life trying to be a man; from a polygamous home with religious biases, propagation, to being a Christian in one soul and spirit.
He sat under a tree to think about his past, and where he is going. His father was a traveler who loves women to the core. His mother was not really there for him as he grew up with his stepmother until almost the end of his father’s life.
It had not been easy when his father was alive; he was beating up whenever he went to church, although it wasn't like that from the beginning, things just changed all of a sudden when he became a christian. He remembered the time he was given a scholarship to study music, his father turned it down; how he was accused of stealing things he never did touch. It was not an easy thing to be in but he endured it all. He tried to be what he wanted to be has a boy but he was forced to learn different trades. But no matter how much he tried his mind still dotes on writing books, teaching and performing his music and poetry.
He had attended a government training school called at the time "School on Wheels" to learn to design, paint and draw, read books on computer practicing them for his good. And had gone on to learn fashion designing for one year, Aluminum fabrication trade for three years with eight months in an institution, where he learned electrical electronics for his own use. Whatever there was to learn, he was always ready to learn, read and pave his own way out of it, even though the frustration of doing the trades were burdensome for him, no one understands him and his toils in life...
To be continued...
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