“Life as we know it isn’t a bed of roses”. These were the very words of Mr Alex as he gathered his grandchildren around his old worn out cushion.

He continued, “let me tell you a short story about my childhood friend Maxwell”, as he made for his cup of tea.

As a child, Maxwell lost his dad and had to live life through thorns. he stopped going to school because his mum hadn’t the capacity to send him and his younger brother, Tom, to school so he had to survive on his own.

He coughed and wiped his eyes with a piece of white handkerchief.

Maxwell had to survive by selling empty plastic bottles until a knight in a shining armour saw him one day on the street, picked him up and promised to sponsor his schooling. Maxwell was a good boy and was very obedient to his new family until he graduated with an excellent result from the tertiary institution and got a job in an oil firm.

He looked at his grandchildren with a smile on his face and said, “Life really is not a bed of roses, so be grateful for what you have now”.