The journey through the storm.

It is not light that we need, but fire; it is not the gentle shower, but thunder. We need the storm, the whirlwind, and the earthquake.

Frederick Douglass

There in the midst of the storm lay the small weary boy.

He had a lot of dreams and he held tightly onto them.

In the midst of the heavy storm he moved his tired feet just to get to the mountains.

There he believed he would be saved.

Many a times the storm will push him hard backward and he'd fall flat hard on the hard ground with none to pull him up but himself.

He didn't give up!.

There was a lot of burden he had that needs to be urgently catered for so there wasn't time to rest.

So he moved, unfailingly he moved three feet forward again to be met with a strange dust in his eyes.

He covered his eyes as fast as he could but still some particles got in.

He stood in a melancholic manner , panting so hard to get the particles off his face and just then the wind came again!.

Buaahhh!!!

It sounded, blowing him six feet back, he stood up again.

Bringing up his hands to shield off the sand from his eyes and then he began his journey through the storm once more.

By the time he'd walk eight feet forward again the storm came in hard.

But the boy wasn't having any of it torments this time around so he stood tall, flexing his feet and keeping it deep rooted in the sand, challenging the storm to bring more of it torments.

The storm looked deeply at the boy and realized he had grown so well and so the storm passed away whizzing sounds of it come back to the boy.

The boy heard it words and mocked it back with his head high promising it he would be here to make it through once more.

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Hello dear lovely readers, friends and great sponsors of read.cash and yet to be friends, readers and sponsors this great platform.

It a beautiful evening here and I just took my bath...eeewww🤮🤮..

Yeah I didn't go out today so I just lazied around all day, sleeping all day long.

Oh come on, don't stare at me like I needed that rest so badly.

Now back to my article on the journey through the storm.

Well there goes the epistle I wrote up there lol.

It not just story of a boy in a storm in that sense but it more about life.

Yeah life.

Our men.

Life isn't easy for any man.

Any father.

Any husband.

Any brother.

Any uncle.

It is hard because the society looks up to them to get things done.

Father.

The father is expected to guide his children right, provide for his family. I once heard of a man who goes out everyday in search of daily bread to feed his family by going to far places to pack sand out of water. Trust me that isn't an easy job.

When a father gets home his children would be there with smiles to greet him with lots of talks.

Those talks includes school fees, their hair made or cut, biscuits, sweet and all.

And it is expected of him to carry these things out unfailingly.

Husband.

The job of the husband is to care for his wife, love his wife and cater for her needs.

That's why people say if you want to know if a man is rich you'd see it in his wife.

Society expects the husband to get things done for his wife , pamper her and do the needful for not only her but her families also.

And there goes his families too.

Brother.

The brother's job is to take care of his siblings especially if he is the first son comes in more responsibility.

He'd be left all alone to do all, giving it his all having little or nothing to himself.

He works hard to send himself through school and he is still left with the burden to send money home and all.

The uncle.

We'd all say we don't want to be like some of our uncle's because they were easy when we are little.

Unknowingly to us then we never understood what they were going through.

While growing up we came to realize the little given to us was truly much and realized we never appreciated them.

Now most of us are uncles and in this hard time we can't even feed ourselves talk more of feeding others.

Through the storms our men travelled, with painful feet to get things expected of them.

Learn to appreciate your man regardless of what he gives out.

The country is hard now and nothing seems right again.

Going out is a battle they fight everyday, create a peaceful home for them so they'll have a place to rest and have someone to clean off the sand on them when the storm passes.

Just like the quote above as said:

It is not light that we need, but fire; it is not the gentle shower, but thunder. We need the storm, the whirlwind, and the earthquake.

Frederick Douglass

Through the fire, thunder , storm, whirlwind and earthquake our men have risen and fought every battles with pain.

Some lost their life through the process while some survived with thousand scars telling different stories.

Kudos to all true men out there trying to make ends meet.

I pray all that you all require will come through very soon.

To the women out there who are taking the responsibilities for their families may the storm never break you all apart.

Right here I drop my bleeding pen of love to appreciate all beautiful souls out there who are doing all legal things possible to take care of their loved ones.

Thanks for the usual tips, comments and love.

I appreciate you all for the support you've shown towards my journey so far.

Thanks for reading and stay safe.

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Writer: Balikis

Date:12 April 2022