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_This piece is dedicated to Linda Adjetey_

The only person that makes me happy even  when am stressed. He was my greatest treasure. I depended on him for my daily bread because I put all my effort at work. I see people struggling each and every time just to make their ends meet. The least they can do is to allow circumstances outweigh them. I see people cry yet I refuse to understand. People commit suicide and go mad for things they go through. Deep within me, I know its hard to comprehend but I never wished to be in their shoes. 

Life is really a serial killer. Just when you are happy and thinking all is well, the very second is tomb raided with the shock of your life. Like your mother and father decided to die together to leave you at three. Like your beloved decided to leave you on the day of your wedding. Like your landlord throwing you out on the day of flood.

Life has really hit me hard. All these troubles are happening to me now. Oh God! I feel like losing my mind right now. This is the bloodiest heart burns,the wildest savagery, the vilest stroke that has ever wall-eyed wrath and staring rage tears on me. My life is gone. The only person that had the courage to carry me through life. How do I cope?, what is my excuse to my family,friends and my already taunting enemies. What did I do wrong? A fresh graduate from the university who have just started my fortune tale. The first child of four. The captain of the treasure islands. My throat is cut out of my soul.

I lay redundant now. I can't believe am jobless now. The fraudulence of my superiors has brought  injustice to my dignity, publishing my name as accomplice to such atrocity. An innocent soul who works diligently in the lords vineyard. My pride is stolen from me. Where do I begin? Where do I heed?  

Resentment and unmet needs are now simmering just below my faith. I want to doubt God. Because I know He's watching me lose my mind. Why me? Why, w-h-y! But I have no control. I still can live. As far as Philippians 4:4 - "Rejoice in the Lord always, again I say rejoice"-is, I'll praise my Maker while I have breathe. I can trust no other than the one who had a reason for me to live. The shame will be gone and my gaiety shall be full.

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