From the fields to the mines, to the construction sites. In fact anywhere money could be made Jingoza was there. He was the litmus test for which work environment was legit, people knew they could rely on him because he does the work of 5 people. He was the emblem of hard work and resilience.
He was born to a family of 10, being the first child with parents whose eyes, ears and mouths were shut. To his parents, he and his siblings were no different from the furniture, decrepit and void of attention.
At the age of 10, Jingoza had to take care of his siblings. He never had a normal childhood, all he knew was work, work and more work.
With each passing day, the thoughts that filled his head were getting enough money to move to a bigger city where he believed will be filled with milk and honey.
It felt almost like the universe was peeking into his thoughts, there it was before his eyes, the big break he had been hoping for. All he needed was to make enough money for the train ticket.
"Jingoza my boy, I have seen your hard work and I've decided to reward you" said Mr. Wilbert with his right hand on his Chin almost like he was about to speak some words of wisdom that would leave one in awe.
Decades of emptiness crumbled in an instant Jingoza’s eyes lit up like sunrise after a never-ending night. At last, he was staring down the tunnel of his struggles and for the first time, there was light. It felt like every drop of sweat had finally found its worth.
Just as his thoughts began to wander off, Mr. Wilbert barged in like a splash of cold water, snapping him back to reality. "But... I must test how prepared you are, all you need to do is to make enough money for your train ticket to Boston." "You have 2 months."
Jingoza was torn between happiness and despair. He knew how expensive the train tickets were but he knew exactly what it would cost him if he missed this opportunity.
2 months breezed by.
"Last call for Boston" was heard over the public address system at the train station. Mr. Wilbert wearing a sharp 3 piece suit could be seen looking around like he had lost something valuable to him.
Just as the engine of the train vibrated to life with its loud hooves and puffs, like a transformer getting set for battle. In the distance he could see commotion, almost like someone was running through people in a crowd. There he was, Jingoza let out a sigh of relief as he caught a glimpse of the train.
"Common boy!" Yelled Mr. Wilbert as he stretched out his right hand while using the left to hold on firmly to the trains door frame.
"You got me worried a little there" was the first thing he said to Jingoza as he got onboard. "Sorry Boss" Jingoza responded.
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