A Hard Life

Wow! I've spent the last few days thinking of how artful I can make this post but the writer in me realised that the artful-ness of this would be in this simplicity.

A couple of days ago, I was driving down Ikorodu road to school and there was mad traffic (as usual) and I saw a guy - he must have been twenty-something or so - one of the street-hawkers and he was bawling (u must understand me, not sniffling. not crying, BAWLING) and I looked and saw that this guy was hawking a bag of 'pure water' and it had fallen (or something) and all the sachets in it had burst......my heart stopped.

*Interlude*
Now, those that have been away from Naija for too long might not get the point of the post so i'd explain, a bag of pure water contains about 20 sachets each costing N5 - that's N100 per bag and the profit would not be more than N10.
*Interlude ends*

Is this the real state of our country, I had to ask myself - the privileged ones rolling in their cars with oye-pumping while the rest hustle for N10 on top of a bag of pure water?

I'm Thankful to God for what I have, where I am, ... because it's all based on what womb I was placed...
(*sigh*)