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A Test of Resilience: My Experience on Transit After Returning from Awka
A Story of Struggle: My Experience on a Faithful Monday
It was a faithful Monday afternoon around 2:00 PM, and I had just returned from Awka, the capital city of Anambra State. My purpose there had been to submit a contact letter to a real estate firm. It was a bright, busy day, but inside me, a sense of uncertainty loomed. I returned home feeling a mixture of hope and exhaustion, eager for what the future would bring but cautious of what lay ahead.
As I entered my house, my wife was in the kitchen, diligently preparing breakfast. The smell of food was comforting, and despite my tired state, I felt a glimmer of peace. Life had been tough, but there were moments like this when it felt like everything might just be okay.
But just as I was about to sit down, my phone rang. The call came from my cousin brother, a man I had worked with for over 15 years. Those years had been long and hard, and in all that time, despite my dedication, I had never received any real entitlement for my efforts. Our relationship was strained, and the phone call was a surprise.
For most of my life, my cousin never truly acknowledged my contribution to his business. After years of service, I was suspended without much explanation or appreciation for the work I had put in…
