Life has treacherous paths
A man can wander off his track
And fall into a ditch or
Stray into Marshland
When a man finds himself in such a situation
He must take a deep breath.
From a deep ditch, he needs a rope
From a marsh land, a sinking ground
The more he struggles, the deeper he sinks
He needs to be pulled out.
But sometimes such a trapped person calls for help and no one listens
Because they had exhausted all the people around them before the big **** happened
So they shout and shout and nobody cares
And they expire in those traps
So in life it's advisable not to shout 911 to family and friends except there is a real emergency
But there is the other group
They are too proud to scream for help
So they fall into a mess and hide it from everyone
Until it eats them up from within
While it's not good to bring people into your problems too quickly
Because a man must have dignity
You must know when you have no chance of coming out of it no matter how hard you try
Many of the suicides that have happened around here are due to mental illnesses
But a good chunk are not
Many are caused by shame
A man falls into a mess
And conceals the depth of the ****
To protect his reputation, he digs and digs
By the time he gives up, nobody can believe him
So he decides not to give them a chance to caricature him
To wonder what had come over him
He deletes himself. For that's the dignity
Look around you someone might be nearing that turning point now
Because there is no one around them who is spiritually mature they can turn to without being judged and humiliated
They can't talk to their pastors or imams because they are shallow and would use them to preach
It's a huge problem
So the troubled soul loiters and loiters and before the mess spills out totally,
He ends it all.
I don't have a clean solution to this quagmire
But I tell those in such situations never to give up
The earth rotates
And nothing lasts for too long
Shame is transient. And can be wiped by good deeds and success.
So a troubled soul must forget about what he thinks the world might say
He must fight and conquer the thoughts of shame and humiliation
True, friends will spread the story and mock him
Yes, friends are worse than enemies in this
But
The earth is a speed train. He must face his future with determination knowing that many others who confronted even bigger problems surmounted them.
The world moves on quickly. Don't take any rash decisions
If you are in a sordid mess, pray
Then find someone to tell the whole truth. Tell two or three people
Tell people that can help you focus on a realistic solution
Once you let out the truth, your healing starts
By Ugo Egbujo

The One I Loved Back Then by George Jones
I stopped off at the Quicksack
For some beer and cigarettes
The old man took my money
As he stared at my Corvette
He said, "I had one just like her son in 1963
'Til the man down at the bank took her from me"

Oh, She was hotter than a two dollar pistol
She was the fastest thing around
Long and lean, every young man's dream
She turned every head in town
She was built and fun to handle, son
I'm glad that you dropped in
She reminds me of the one I loved back then

Then, I handed him my keys and said
"Here take her for a spin"
The old man scratched his head, and
Then he looked at me and grinned
He said, "Son you just don't understand
It ain't the car I want
It's the brunette in your 'vette that turns me on"

I had one that was hotter than a two dollar pistol
She was the fastest thing around
Long and lean, every young man's dream
She turned every head in town
She was built and fun to handle, son
I'm glad that you dropped in
She reminds me of the one I loved back then

Lord, she was hotter than a two dollar pistol
She was the fastest thing around
Long and lean, every young man's dream
She turned every head in town
She was built and fun to handle, son
I'm glad that you dropped in
She reminds me of the one I loved back then

She reminds me of the one I loved back then.

Hazel Ajuawei wrote:
At the time we moved to our own property; our closest neighbors were a community of cattle herders.

We introduced ourselves to them and established a cordial relationship, so much so that their leader would once in a while send us fresh milk or yogurt.

Then one afternoon; we noticed cows grazing on our property and destroying our crops.

Dad and Vince went out to ask them to leave and the young boys grazing the cows attacked them. They bruised Dad’s face and sprained Vince’s arm badly.

Immediately the scuffle ended, Dad went straight to their leader to find out why he had reneged on their promise not to graze on our land.

Their leader was shocked and apologetic. He told Dad to let him grill the boys and call a proper meeting.

When he did call the meeting; the boys confessed to have been bribed by some people in the community to provoke us by grazing on our land. They gave them express instructions to attack us if we resisted them.

These boys were to do the dirty work of eliminating us on their behalf.

The leader of this cattle community made these boys prostrate while apologizing and gave a stern warning to all his people to have nothing but respect for us.

He went on to give us peace offerings and our relationship never faltered again.

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