DON’T ALWAYS CRY! BE A MAN.

Several years ago when I was in Primary school, there was this group of boys who stayed along my way to school. They always made it a point to beat me up.

But these guys were stronger and many. So one of the days, when I approached them, I told them, you guys I don’t want to box you because the day I will box you, one of you will be dead. Because, you see my arm here, it only has one muscle. There was a believe that men with one muscle in their arm are dangerous. They are very strong. These guys never believed me. They kept on fighting me.

So one morning I picked my father’s old Motorcycle Spark plug. It looks like a bullet with a pointed end. Put it in my arms with the pointed tip between my fingers.

When I approached these guys on my way to school, the ringleader came as usual wanting to start torturing me, I got some courage and gave him a hard blow, the tip of the spark plug landed on one of his ribs, sending him down on the ground. His followers all took off. They ended up believing that I was the one muscled man in the village. That was the last time they ever came close to me. And I think that was my last ever fight I had.

Many times, we are always crying. We don’t even put a single effort. We always like putting blames on every one. I am poor because my sister is rich kind of attitude. Blaming our parents, blaming our relatives, blaming the state. But we don’t put any much effort in a fight towards eradicating poverty.