August 8, 2025

A lone walk of destiny

My brother kept the toil
In a stressful car wash 
Pictures of every street
Warranty of every family 
Gossips of every fiend
In his rusted portfolio of anger
I used to painfully watched my brother 
Frustratingly endure the persistent hurl
Of affront from the repugnant remarks of 
Those who pay him pittance to wash for them
My ears full of seething tearings tales 
My full books of reflection find no more  no more place to archive.
I spoke to him sometime to belch the thoughts to me
Though occasionally he did and he it was poison that spew out of his own mouth.
My mother never doubt twice to affirm the closeness between me and my brother that she told me we were meant to be everlasting heritage of the family heritage just like any other time.
Perhaps it was the only way she could help ensure that his brother's life was insured 
As if am by heavenly moisture warm them under the same court.
His experience offers invaluable service to the wedlock of human trust
And it is this trust that we make aspiration galore 
My brother lamented folks in the vicinity don't like me and cheaters and blackmailings backbitings are many about.
When the affront was unbelievable and he refused to quit,I had to intervene in the most appropriate time.
Pleadings to stop the business fell on deaf ears
Regardless of my entreaties to him to stop car washing he thought it was the only means of survival till the days of verdict.
Pleadings to him to survive on his learned friends seriously failed 
As long as he could survive he would survive 
Entreaty that he was a landlord fell in deaf 👂 ears.
And tenant fees at his hometown enough to feed him.
Our means and ways and vision to be rich always eulogized by me reason  he called me boastful and braggadocio of first class extraction 
One day wealth came and brother burst in tears 
Why didn't he get patience to listen to him 
He thought his brother was making mouth 
Yet he walk the road alone so all his brothers might dump menial work forever 
In the face of relentless abuses and cursed yet he cares
This life is a lonely walk of destiny 

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