Poor village boy (Be inspired today 391 by Ngobesing Suh Romanus)

What attracts you
To the poor village boy?
Surely, not his poverty;
What is attractive about poverty?
It must be his toughness;
His resilience;
His ability to sail through
The rough,stormy sea of poverty,
To the safe shores of riches;
Braving it through
The fearpacked tunnel of darkness
To the bright land of riches
And success;
His determination;
His faith;
His effort;
And his spirit of perseverance;
To stick to it;
To persist
Are what have installed him
In the ivory tower
Of the esteem of others.

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How did the poor village boy end?

Did the poor village boy make it? How did his story end? Come with me to journey with the poor village boy.

To see the ups and downs of his life. To know if he sailed through; and if did what made him sail through? If he didn’t, why didn’t he?

It shall be a thrilling learning and growing experience with the poor village boy.

More here as story of the day

Frustrated bitter sad

I am frustrated;
I am bitter;
I am sad;
I come from the village;
I am a village boy;
I want to go to the city;
I want to live in the city;
I want to be rich;
I want to live in luxury;
I wonder if I have a chance;
I wonder where to begin;
I have no job;
I have no education;
I know nothing but poverty;
I was born in poverty;
I have grown in poverty;
I swim in poverty;
I bathe in poverty;
I live in poverty;
I see people living in opulence;
I see them in mansions;
I see some in ivory towers;
I admire them;
I wish I could be like them;
I think everyday about my life;
I cry every night;
I know not what lies ahead;
I see no light ahead;
I really want to succeed;
I am worried;
I am frustrated,
I am bitter;
I am sad.
I want to succeed;
I want to shine as others;
I want someone to help me.

I DO NOT ACCEPT POVERTY

My village

I am a poor village boy
I was born in a village;
I grew up in a village;
I know my village;
But today,
I live in the city;
That is not my village;
I want to go back
To my village;
Where my roots are deeply
Entrenched;
We must join others
To build my village;
As others built the city;
And made it a place to be,
We shall build our village;
We can’t abandon it;
And fill the cities;
The cities are saturated;
We must go back
To our villages
Wherever they may be,
And build them;
And make them places to be;
That will be admired
By others;
Who will want to come
And live there.

Back to my roots

I was born in a village. Today, I am a city boy. I want to go back to the village. It will be hard for me to recognize my village, though. I have been away for many years and may not know the village any longer; and the village may not remember me also. It’s been a long time, indeed.

But, I am tired of the city. I don’t want the city any more. What I want now is the village. I want to go back to the village. I want to go back to my roots.

Who will take me to my village? Who will teach me how to live in the village? I won’t know how to live in the village, having lived in the city for such a long time.

I wonder if I will find my way in the village. This is worrisome. Will I find my way? That notwithstanding, I want to go back to the village; and live as best I can.

I want to go back to my roots.

Tell me about city life

I don’t live in a city;
I live in a small town;
Do you live in a city?
How is city life?
Tell me about city life;
I imagine city life is good;
But it can also be bad;
Perhaps you live in a village.
I would love to live in a city;
Not just any kind of city;
A clean and beautiful city;
I like clean and beautiful cities;
I see them on television;
And they look very nice.
My daughter lives in a big city;
She tells me it is a lovely city;
I encourage my people
All the times, to work hard
So that our city may become a big
And beautiful city some day;
If you live in a city,
Tell me about city life.

Daily Prompt
City
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