Adamu fatima Zara
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You wake up in the morning haven had series of dreams of success and possible ways to bring it to life. You ask yourself a thousand questions of why you are still in the hollow, questions of why the sun has turned its back on you, questions of why it has to be you. You ask yourself why it has to be raining in your home when the sun shines in your neighboiur’s. You whisper this questions over and over again to the quiet hearing of your ears even as you threaten the seeming peace and quiet of the night with weeping and snuffles.
You toil and toil yet no signs of reward or a testimony of your labour. it been so hard at some point you thought the earth was not for you. You have indulged and partook in all yet it seems like nature had singled you out on a road of chastisement for a wrong you know nothing about. It’s been so awful, so dampening, so much so it seems like you are alone on this voyage of atonement with no one to lean on or anyone to call upon.
You wake up in the morning haven had series of dreams of success and possible ways to bring it to life. You ask yourself a thousand questions of why you are still in the hollow, questions of why the sun has turned its back on you, questions of why it has to be you. You ask yourself why it has to be raining in your home when the sun shines in your neighbour's. You whisper this questions over and over again to the quiet hearing of your ears even as you threaten the seeming peace and quiet of the night with weeping and snuffles. pletely insane, you would let the tears out in full rush and allow the pain take you. You would bite your finger in thoughts of the wickedness that has been drenched on you and the innocence of your person. You would shake your head in dismay and close your eyes in attempts to sleep but sleep was never forth coming. Your tears have become so persistent, so enduring it has form a lining on your face creating indelible feeble marks that shines only when the sun greets your countenance.
If you have strived and satisfied your conscience in a way that explains hard work and toil or you have scouted the world in attempts to find peace and beg that vicious invisible enemy that resides only in the residence of your heart, I plead that you give in to my voice and allow this gospel sink; you hustle and prayers are a function of time, the world works truly for those who work and if you have done nature’s demand, sit back and wait for your underlying rewards.
Most times it looks as though it may never come to pass, it looks as though God is bias and unjust, it looks as though our desires and wishes elude us. Give it your all and let time take the wheel.
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