A New Beginning

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Indeed life begins at first cry and goes on as long till our last breathe. Just recently I was in a depressed mood and could always feel a pain that just wouldnt go away. I knew all the right medications but the pills didnt help much anyway. I guess I had partly brought my misfortune upon myself. Few weeks ago I had impulsively quit two jobs in the space of two days. I was very well occupied at my first job but I was always coming short on the bills from what I got paid there. I always had to send some money home or to some relative or friend in need for the entire duration I worked there plus I had outstanding loans I had incurred from my unemployed days to clear. I finally decided to take up a second job to augment my income after several months of pleading unsuccessfully for a raise.

I resumed working at the new hospital at the beginning of this month. But after a hectic 48 there, I had a shift to catch up that morning at my former place. But not only was I well late for that duty but I was also too fatigued for another arduous undertaking for a third day running. Given the unimaginable traffic I encountered along the long distance between the two hospitals and the calls of my worn out body I was compelled to go home to get some rest and inform my office. My boss was not pleased when he learnt about this even though I thought I could have had a pay cut like is usually the case for absence from duty he instead asked me to resign my appointment . I had to quit the job then, even going as far as the giving up the new one I had started given the language barrier with the locals which severely troubled the smooth flow of my work .Add that to the realization that the pay I had negotiated ignorantly of my job prescription during my interview with the owner who also turned out to be a nasty boss was poorer that what I had been battling to change at my first job.

I was inevitably walking in the rain after quitting my paid job with no money tree to shade under. I hadnt saved up enough money to live on for more than a month without another paycheck. I couldnt stop worrying about what next life had for me ; lime or lemonade. I felt like I had already seen enough tough and rough days to last me the rest of my lifetime meaning I didnt want no more of the sour part of life . I went to college and made it out the hard way sometimes having to study with stomach rumbling from emptiness in hopes of making a decent living from the degree I would earn there. From a childhood where a family of five had to put up in a single room in the slums and struggle for decent meals which were usually hard to come by I still managed to get by. I also had to struggle with a self esteem bruised by poverty of things as well as abuses suffered living as a young boy in a land where the locals looked condescendingly on people of my ethnicity as inferior breeds . I reflected back on all those years and realized things could have still been worse and so having come this far, my best bet was no to march on.

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I decided to visit my brother who was an artiste and lived in a quiet country town about an hour from the city. I took the time away to meditate and focus on the things I loved doing from my early years on earth . I started writing again and my brother encouraged me to join the hive community which I did. Few days later I met a young college boy at my brother's place who introduced me to his uncle who was a doctor. He helped me secure interviews at two different hospitals and after being successful at both places I was now left with a choice to make.

Now I am moving into the heart of the city for a higher wage and I have no doubt this is the beginning of something new. Such is the 'audacity of hope' .

Hope you had a good read.

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