What is life?
Many will tell you life is like chess, we are all chess pieces.
Some will say life is full of choices and the choices you make today determines your future tomorrow.
Others will say to you that life is like a puzzle as it is already determined from birth, you just have to find the pieces bla bla bla
But are they wrong? Well I don't know,but I will tell you life is everything you can think of
Life is predictable just as it is unpredictable
Life is a choice but not everyone has it
Life is difficult and easy at the same time
Life is a gift and also a curse.
Because if life a choice then what choice does a blind man have?
If life is a gift then where is my gift?
Born as a son/daughter to a top billionaire how difficult can your life be compared to a person born without legs,hands or even parents.
In short life is unfair, Really really unfair.
Throwback...
It was Monday morning around 8:00 but Kwabena was still in the line praying for one tr)tr)(public vehicle) without any passengers to pull up beside them because he was 10th in the long line and if the vehicle that stops beside them is already carrying one or two passengers then he would have to wait for another vehicle which would take a long time and if such thing were to happen he would go straight home as he would rather stay at home than to be late for school only to get cained or punished.
The vehicle came at 8:25. how did he know? Well his phone told him.
But well, As someone with luck close to zero, his nightmare came to pass as the vehicle that stopped next to them had three people inside already which made him sigh.
Kwabena stood there without knowing if he had to stand there and wait for another trotro or just go home.
He just prepared an excuse for his mother Maa Ataa in his mind,adjusted his bag on his back and run back home as he did not want someone to notice him and even if they were to see him he would be gone by the time they open their mouth.
Kwabena's family house was big house with six bedrooms,three toilets and one bathroom with a big space at the front and back of the house where they play,wash clothes, get fresh air and many more and it is sorrounded by walls.
Maa Ataa was washing clothes in front of the house when Kwabena barged in.