I cannot but keep asking why our world is the way it is.A place where stand is run and run means a command to stand at attention.Why is evil so easy to live with and the good so hard to tolerate?Why would people consciously decide to become armed robbers and prostitutes and wholeheartedly blame it on the society?Why do politicians shamelessly steal public funds and the name embezzlement hypes it endlessly?Why would a married man constantly prove that marriage is a license to commit adultery?Why would dating an older man who is married be celebrated by any woman at all?Why is sex so cheap these days?Why are religious leaders worshipping money rather than God?Endless whys...but wait...why are we so judgemental and so quick to draw conclusions?
I was on my way home from work last week at about 9pm when I saw a little boy.I couldn't resist stopping to ask him what he was doing at that time in the heart of a city.Just before I opened my mouth to ask,I saw a bowl full of satchets of water sitting next to him.He was clad in a pair of black shots and a t-shirt that seemed to have been white.He was shivering,for it was a cold rainy night.His head was sadly bent over his body counting the few money notes in his hand.His name he said was Joshua and he is just 10 years.Joshua lives with his mother's younger sister in a suburb miles away from where I saw him.Tears welled up in my eyes.He looked most pitiable.I chatted with Joshua for some good minutes and made sure I shared my love with him.When I saw the smile light up his sullen face...I thought to myself..."my job is done here."
Yes,answers bow only to questions but if we just ask,receive answers and do nothing about the answers received...more complex questions wil ask us to a duel.Just a little a love will solve any questions,even those as tall as the mountains and and as stubborn as the raging sea.
I was on my way home from work last week at about 9pm when I saw a little boy.I couldn't resist stopping to ask him what he was doing at that time in the heart of a city.Just before I opened my mouth to ask,I saw a bowl full of satchets of water sitting next to him.He was clad in a pair of black shots and a t-shirt that seemed to have been white.He was shivering,for it was a cold rainy night.His head was sadly bent over his body counting the few money notes in his hand.His name he said was Joshua and he is just 10 years.Joshua lives with his mother's younger sister in a suburb miles away from where I saw him.Tears welled up in my eyes.He looked most pitiable.I chatted with Joshua for some good minutes and made sure I shared my love with him.When I saw the smile light up his sullen face...I thought to myself..."my job is done here."
Yes,answers bow only to questions but if we just ask,receive answers and do nothing about the answers received...more complex questions wil ask us to a duel.Just a little a love will solve any questions,even those as tall as the mountains and and as stubborn as the raging sea.
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