A young man, who jumps off his bed on every beginning of the soft morning sunlight, washes up, puts on his usual clothes- which have been discoloured by age, grabs his rusty sac containing too few tools on his left hand and two slices of bread on his right; rushing ahead to his scanty container mechanic shop which he had just started because his poor parents whom he had hoped on for fulfilling his childhood dream of becoming an engineer were incapable of helping him so, and also because he wants to get for himself what was not given to him. To his customers and passerby-friends who have have got a minute, he always boasts of how his shop will grow into a motor parts manufacturing firm in a time not too far from then. He is Nigeria.
Posted on: Sun, 24 Nov 2013 12:16:28 +0000
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