The day could not be imagined. It was one of those lovely days in which the flowers blossom beautifully, the birds sings, the wind owls, and the trees whistle. The stillness of the earth could not just be imagined. It was a wonderful sight, and a day for the earth to be alive. But for one man stood a fallowing problem; he was lonely with so many talents to sooth and booth the world. He was a writer, a singer and a poet, but his family would neither jeer him up nor look his way. He loves being himself, attending church services, seminars, writing and giving out poems. Though there were many who pray to have his kinds of gifts, yet all who have met him only want to receive no one lends a helping hand for his progress.
He was determined to make it through in life knowing that the greatness of any man is achieved in tests, trials and taking only God as bait. He has few friends, not so close to him; no girl as a real partner but friends. People call him “trainer” but his name was Mr. T; and truly with his name abound good speeches, a different techniques of writing poetry, speaking, singing and teaching; he was good.
Looking into the profile of his growing up in life; he had started writing from primary three, only then his words were dotted on love letters and fictions, and he could not get past primary school due to financial obligations from his father’s side. The mother was not there to take care of him after he had been waned from infant milk. He did work for a while earning some cash and saving it for going back to school but his father subscribed the money at the end for playing pool. His life wallows in religious propagation from friends, families and foes. He became a reader, reading any book worth his salt. He compose songs, wrote poems and plays. None could believe nor accept that he will ever get above his primary education, for all thought he would just learn a trade and stay there. But his mind was made up to get than the highest in life.
Mr. T had gone through the thorny side of life trying to be a man; from a polygamous home with religious biases, to being a Christian in one soul and spirit.
He sat under a tree to upbraid his past, and where he is going. His father was a traveler who loves women to the core. His other was not really there for him as he grew up with his stepmother until almost to the end of his father’s life.
It had not been easy when his father was alive; he was beating up whenever he went to church. When he was given a scholarship to study music, the father turned it down; how he was accused of stealing things he never did touch. It was not an easy thing to be in but he endured. He tried to be what he wanted has a boy growing up to be a man. He had learned trades truly to cope the world. But no matter how much he tried his line still dotes on writing, teaching and performing music and poetry.
He had attended the ‘School on Wheels’ to learn to design, paint and draw, read books on computer practicing them for his good. And had gone on to learn Aluminum fabrication trade for three years with eight months in an institution, where he learned electrical electronics for his own use. Whatever there was to be learned, he was always ready to learn, read and pave his own way out of it.
To be continued…