"To the poor...in mind" [Writer's contest 3]

Is it true that we all have a rich purpose?

Because “SHE” was yet to find an answer to this, and“HE” had no doubt that this was true. Is it not enough that the sun shines on everybody, and the rain pours on us all without thinking of who deserves and who doesn’t deserve it?

Since “SHE” Arrived the world, “HER” first cry was wiped with bare hands, while “HE” had napkins for every tear. Remember when “SHE” would hide behind Yarima’s restaurant, for left-overs? “HE” was laying on the couch, trying to decide between lemonade, salad and maybe a well culture-beaten Afang soup.

The interesting part of childhood, where balloons met with ribbons and spices met cakes, was a total mixture of homemade cinema: Either by watching the smoke by the fireside or the current of the stream, as it carries away its impure matters.

A child-adult “SHE” was, a teenage-baby, “HE” became. They had both seen 19 Christmases.

“SHE” would make more money from breaking and selling palm nut. “HE” would go to school, become a scholar and after school, he would lay in bed and sign he's own appointment letter.

In the struggle for passion, “SHE”, of course, had the idea, but who would help her nourish it? “SHE” would just watch, smile, wish, and cry. But “HE”, of course, had an already made platform, to mix passion with opportunity and take over the world.

“HE” would let others do everything, while “HE” does nothing, and at the end of the day, “HE” would earn more, for doing nothing!

So standing in the sun, day after day, waiting for buyers, but to no avail, “SHE” would eat the palm nuts, feel the sweet taste from the liquid, and then spit the shaft to the earth.

“I will try the whole fruit, since no one is buying the nuts” then, she thought,”I will grind it”, and with time and effort, “SHE” made palm oil!

And then the sales began, and in a matter of time, she was distributing, feeding the world.

Destiny differs, it’s going to be hard, it might not happen today or even next. It might take almost half your lifetime, but you must work something out. Or suffer for the rest of your life. Make ices from your cream, rocks from your roll, and straws from your berry. Take advantage and think positive of everything you have. Wait for nobody. Think of the whole world as a collective effort, imagine it will never be complete without you. You might be poor materially, but rich is in the mind, rich is in the action and rich is in the passion behind the action.

Someone once said that the richest place is the grave yard, because buried in the grave are songs that were never sang, books that were never read and ideas that never came to stay. No need comparing yourself with others, or wishing you have what they have, because the truth is, you can never be like them! You are your own person, you have your own mind.so to you, the poor……………………………………………….. In mind, are you still going to sit there and die of self-pity? Think! and if it doesn’t work out, guess what?, just start grinding!

NAME:  Edima Arthur