AN ARTICLE ON WHEN I BECAME A MAN

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It never occurs to me that someday I would become a man, when I was young I believed life is beautiful, awesome; all it takes is for a layman to eat, enjoy the free gift of nature, sleep and at the end ‘die’.

Until I realized that on the race of becoming a man, I will need to fulfill myself in pain, grievance, bitterness, agony.

When I became a man, ladies and gentlemen; I received a call that I lost my friend; my best friend, it was like a dream, an assumption developed by someone only to went down there and found out that it was real. The following year my brother called me, he said I have lost my cousin, the man I grew up with, he always care about my career.

Now my comfort zones is withering away, it started affecting me psychologically, I started developing doubt on everyone or loved anyone because I assumed someday they could be gone leaving me with bitter memory.

The following year that I lost my cousin, my dad called me he told me he received a call from unknown caller on my brothers line that he should rushed down to meet him, I was scared to my grave, after some hours I called my dad several times he never picked, later I received a call from my Elder sister that I lost my brother.

I was depressed, overwhelmed in thought, at this point I believed that life is not a pot of honey.

Ladies and gentlemen; here is my fairy tale, when I became a man was never a sweet memory.