The success highway spirit

I had just come from down the valley to fetch some water from the spring. It was Grandpa's principle that drinking water could only be gotten from the spring well. I had him always complaining about the tapped water being full of chemicals. He would always say to me, "Jack, this world has been poisoned. It's no longer like it was days back in my youth days." "Papa, why do you believe so," I would argue back. "Though the sun still rises through the same sky, the coming of the white flies in Africa led to creation of a Babylon in our Eden. This westering gonna finish our people. My son it's a trap of Western things." That August holiday just like the previous one, mommy had sent me to Grandpa's home. Partly as to give her some peace of mind in the little cubicle room that we lived together with my seven siblings and also to let me have a taste Grandpa's fist rule. Growing up under the hands of Grandpa without understanding him, would prove a hard game for weak minds. However, I and Grandpa shared a lot in common, but mainly the spirit of a lion. It was his advice to me always , that the lions hunts in the jungle regardless of the competitors. So, in this and many other ways Old Jack was always tied next to young Jack despite the saying of our people that; "Old wine and New wine don't mix,". His wine is what would farment mine. "Go get me my snuff bottle Jack," Grandpa shot out his unending commands in giving me errands. I shot up my feet at his command. His word was law in his kingdom and I was one his Royal subject. After searching through the pockets of his jacket, I could find nothing just to hear him sniffing out like Thunder. At his old age it was common for him to look at things whereas holding it with his hand. I rushed out confused on whether to laugh at him or... But the latter was impossible for he would have hit me hard. "where is it?"he questioned. "what, I thought I just hard you snuff your staff Papa." I answered softly. "My old age is taking the better part of me ," he said laughing heartily, "wait until your own kids whisper behind your back, you will get to know the meaning of life," he concluded. At that moment, no one could get hold of me. I was almost getting underneath the furnitures with my ribs cracking. Grandpa was an admirable man, quite unpredictable. He was a man of mixed emotions. But I loved one thing about, anger was always on the furthest end of his world.