My father always tell me "never give up on your dreams"
Always reminding me about the future and what it holds for me if I am hard working and never giving up.
He has always believed in working diligently and never losing hope.
He's a firm believer that 'if you keep going no matter what, you shall get their'.
So one day I was at school and we were told to get ready for a field trip to a new construction site, to go see what a prefabricated column is and how it's being installed...
Everybody in class was super excited, except for those who's got plan for the football match during break time.
So I got to this site with all of my classmates and two teachers as our escorts. We were given crash helmet for safety, and instruction before we moved on site.
So I saw this man facing the other direction as we've just entered the site, he was trying to lift a bag of cement on his head, but it was all obvious he was tired and this woman all covered in cement dust so as the man quickly helped him get the bag of cement on his head. The woman muttered some few words I couldn't pick because of the distance and they both laughed.
He turned to go with the cement on his head and I was shocked to realise the man was my dad.
I was shocked and couldn't move a bit, my throat went dry immediately and my muscles tighten up. He looked at my direction but didn't recognize me cos of the helmet that was obviously oversized, that covered way too much of my face, almost reaching my eye lid.
The field trip was ruined for me and I couldn't concentrate all through, I kept watching him as he went back and forth to pick each load of cement on his head.
He later moved to another post and I couldn't see him until we left the site after an hour.
On the bus back home, I cried uncontrollably
That night I asked him how is work and he said "office was stressful today"
He never know I knew what he does to feed the family.
And on that day, I became a fighter
Though the checks came a lil late, though life was unbearable while growing up, though I couldn't afford my exams and was kicked out of senior college (secondary school), though I slept in class rooms for 10 semesters cos I couldn't afford a room, though I went in search of better life and had to travelled hundreds of miles, all in a city I know nobody, I slept on cold floors for 213 days.
Yet I survived and am making something great out of my life.
What is your own THOUGH and how are you surviving?
© DelwinJames
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