Day in, day out, we are on the move. Struggling and hustling for a piece of shelter over our heads, food on our table and some piece of clothing to cover our nakedness.
We sleep late and very early the next morning we are up. It is never easy for anybody. Be it a student, a market woman, an executive director or a job seeker. Every single day we must always be on the move.
At night again we come back exhausted. Physically exhausted and mentally drained, rest is still far from us. Even at night when we close our eyes, some of us still think about those things we couldn't do and how we will face them the next day..
All in a bid to make some money, some have more than one job and some even have four and wished they can still have more. The body breaks down but we are not dettered.
It's just headache we say, we have to manage it and struggle continues until someone slumps on the road going to work or the sickness becomes severe and then you hear, he died after a brief illness. Was the illness really brief?
Hmmm! What is the life after all? Vanity upon vanity all is vanity. But if we don't hustle, who will feed us? Who will cloth us? Who will put a roof on our head?
This is a complicated life. Is there ever true rest in this world?
Some days I feel like disappearing and fling my phone away but I surely know the consequences of doing that. My body tells me I need rest but then I feel I can't afford it. The eyebags form the dark circles from lack of sleep, weight loss and people start asking, are you alright?
When does one get to rest in this life?
Just some mumblings in my head this evening and I thought I could share it
picture taken from my phone