First Punch: Bed of Roses Part I. True Life Story

ARTICLE TITLE: FIRST PUNCH

SUBTITLE:  "Bed of Roses"

BY: Jones Importugal for My Sweet Gossips Blog

Life is not a bed of roses. It is full of ups and downs. It is not a thing of promising victory, it could be exciting now and in the next snap of fingers, a disaster. The world doesn't care about your sufferings but about how you won when they almost choke you to death. Have you been exposed to pressure to the extend you began to beg for death to come because there was no breakthrough or help anywhere? That's the period, the moment, the time, year I am talking about. That point where all doors closes, everybody begins to see you as disturbance, where friends becomes strangers, where lovers becomes aliens, family cannot support not because they don't want to, but because they are in the shame as you are. No phone calls, no messages and if there was; it is your network provider reminding you of unpaid outstandings and new promo, no one visits, no one invites, you began to feel like you are cursed or possessed with demons that were against everything that embraced joy and happiness.
You really do not understand, do you? Let me ask; have you ever felt like breaking into your neighbour's kitchen to just lick up the remnant from their used plates? Or have you ever strolled out of your home one night for a possible luck of picking up a lost money that might have mistakenly fallen from someone's pocket? If you have not drank water all night praying for day to break so as not to die then to all these you have not experience "First Punch" of life havoc.

On 18th March, 2020 an Ajazeera journalist during a report following the world popular CORONAVIRUS outbreak where he was stranded in the airport for about 30 minutes. The journalist in explaining said, "that was the first time in my life I had experience such hardship all my life". That was his only one time contact with life difficulty. 

Amazing, just one bording a plane? Not in a rigorous Nigeria's Park where some persons in the buses aren't passengers, they are impersonating to get people feeling the buses were closed to filled up to get a cut. Does he have idea on how many times some of us had to treck because we had no fare or had to sit on "attach" not that the vehicles were filled but because  we had to beg with our 2500 naira? There was this time in Lafia (Nasarawa State, Nigeria), I sure will never forget trecking from Science School down to Maraba area under the Lafia unmerciful hot weather in a distance over estimated 100 kilometers. This experience was a dreaded one. I had worked all through that very day on empty stomach and had to hang around town for extra class which lasted for 2hrs from 5 through 7pm, after all that, I was expecting my pay cut that didn't work out and I was without a kobo, no one to call and all the commuters could not help cause I didn't have 50naira at least to make for the usual 100-150 box. This was a roothe you should not dear at night with motor comparing someone on feet  but I went through with nagging teeth.
You have had of stories, but not this one. That is why when you listen very well, you'll discover sounds that is not heard by everybody. Those sounds are of it kind and so are stories different from another. Let go on.
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