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 that time.

  But I have another lesson I've learnt today, everyone is sorry at how dad is beaten the scars and patches so scaring. And I have asked myself how many times do we men arrive home to our family, just as scarred but since it's emotional,social, and professional, no one will notice. How many times are we men dying inside and still sticking out a smile to cover the broken pierced broken heart?

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