DAYS IN A LIFE.
Today,I arrived home physically beaten,bruised broken.like literally. you see I was riding a bike last weekend and out of nowhere due to heavy wind current, and my small frame, the helmet I was shielding my head with lifted and completely blindened my way. Ànd in a span of a moment I was roughing up the terrain and fortunately landed in a ditch. Let me not continue. So I arrived home afew minutes ago, and my boys and wife came face to face with their dad, all patched up almost everywhere with many more black scars I didn't even know I had sustained. My son smiled to see dad home but immediately broke into tears at the sight.the mum was abit uptight but I saw her go to the bathroom after serving me tea and her eyes red when she was back. Am a sorry sight? I must be but my spirits are high. For two things, like every other man, am proud to have a home to go back to after and recieve love. And two I have a son who will one day hold my head when am old and weary,God help me get to t