Regrets
319 Words
Its been 6 months now, no payment for my stress, labor and patience. apparently i took a big step in the
wrong direction. in a quest for greener pasture i rushed into the desert.my body is rapidly depreciating,
cells dropping, marrow draining. my life programed, like a robot, everyday i perform the same task. work
eat sleep repeat.
Why did I do this to myself, I always said "you have to go through hell to appreciate the goodness of
heaven".
Well I see hell now, being broke in an economically messed up country isn't that bad, nope its not, its
actually cool, its awesome, its better than this.
From the look on your face I can tell you are lost,
yes you,
you trying and failing to fully comprehend my cry, right?
well, i will tell you.Just don't sleep on me.
Its a normal boring day in Douala, (a town located in the Littoral region of Cameroon). laying in my bed I
think to myself. I gained weight, 3, 4 or maybe 5kg in a month, I now weigh 93kg at this age? is this
healthy? I may be obese, need to do something about this, need to get busy. I had foolishly jumped into the world of business, and failed whole fully, a lot of funds mismanaged, a lot of wrong investments accompanied with 150% naive thinking. My business crashed prematurely like I planted a seed in sand, didn't water it and was expecting growth.
Will talk about my business fairly in depths another day, for now.. we move. well, after my catastrophic endeavor to be a business tycoon, i had to try something else, no food for lazy man, especially if you are the first and only son. convinced by some family members and my mum , i accepted to travel abroad. To the United Arab Emirates, Dubai to be exact. "fall bush".(in pigdin (Cameroonian lingua franca))
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