WHO NEVER COMES: A MAN THAT NEVER MAKES IT HOME
Who never comes happens to be the one who has no path to take, he has nowhere to go neither he has an origin.
I had a friend named Salas, who ones in a time lived at Motun County of Agbedile City, he was a very nice and true friend indeed. He was hardworking likewise God fearing, one day he left the city to ply his trade at a neighboring city as a man of high hope, he believed that one day he will make it and finally meets his fortune through day to day striving.
Fortunately he met a lady of average age and beauty who helps him on his course to glory, he traded his wisdom and knowledge through goldsmith to enrich his pocket, he makes name for himself due to what he believes in, people loved him and adores him because of his simplicity.
He will go ahead and melt necklace, earrings, bracelets and et-al for his loyal customers even before he collect a dime from them. A man that never look at what people thinks about him, he believed in his instinct, he always got himself busy thinking creatively, due to this he got much more loyal customers who patronized and even loaned him money, lands and prized assets, for him to improve his standard of living. He was blessed with people around him who made him to forgot his home town, I mean his lovely County; Motun of Agbedile City.
One day armed robbers broke into his house and took all he has away from him including his lovely wife and children, in short words all what he accrued on this foreign land was taken from him over night, this makes my friend thought of his native land. His loyal customers and the lovely people of his community sympathized with him and even promised to do more than what they did for him prior to the incident, but all those promises can not bring back his lovely wife and children back from dead.
At the front of my friends house was a pit where the communal dump refuse, my friend concluded to jump into this pit and eventually died, but before he died, he looked up to the sky and spoke in agony; he said Iku ya ju esin lo (it is better to die than live in reproach) that was how he ended up his life.
This is for the one who never comes.
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