Troubles In Battalions!

You won't believe this. I had a childhood friend called Abass. He dropout of school when we were in Primary 6 or so apparently because no one caters for him. He engaged in several menial jobs to make lot of money. So, he was more or less the millionaire amongst us. What he could buy, we couldn't just dare it. Whiles we were lying on mat then he bought a covered latex foam mattress.

When mountain bikes became the craze of the time, he was one of the proud owners of one. He bought a beautiful exceptionally designed blue mountain bike. It was so unique that you could identify it wherever it was found. You could count yourself lucky for an opportunity offered to take a jolly ride on it.

Some of us in school practically thought the whole school wahala is to make money. So, why can't we abandon school and join him in his money-making jobs. On a second thought, we retreated!

One day, something really dreamy tragic happened. He went to Melcom to buy whatchamacallit. He parked and locked the bike outside and entered. He came out and the bike was nowhere to be found. It was stolen just like that!

He came home with the bad news. We had nothing to say but empathize with him. But some guys were happy because he never gave them the chance to ride the bike. Those who were happy felt God has brought him to parity with them again. Mountain bike a decade ago cost an arm and a leg. And not even all salaried workers could buy it.

However, he was resolute to find the stolen bike in his distraught moments. He went and borrowed a co-equal MOTORCYCLE. He planned to go back to Melcom and park the motorcycle at where he parked his stolen bike without locking it. Then, he will move into Melcom, hide somewhere, peep through any available opening, waiting for someone to come and pick the motorcycle (a bigger bait he presumed). Then, whoever attempts picking it by logic is his bike's thief.

He went back, parked the borrowed motorcycle at the same place. Whiles he was moving into the store, he heard a screeching sound of car breaks amidst people wailing. He turned and looked back. He was terrified. It was a bloody accident on the main road. He rushed to the scene to satisfy his curious mind.

His eyes were stacked on the accident scene until it dawned on him that he came there for a purpose. He turn away to where he parked the motorcycle and it was nowhere to be found.

When he returned to tell us the story, we were pretty sure that he was lying even though he returned without the friend's motorbike. We thought he was pulling a prank on us. But some of us could clearly observe his flushed face with eyes drenched in deep sadness. Inasmuch as he tried to prove to us that he was not very perturbed his shaky voice betrayed him.

The next day, I dodged from school because I know there were lot at home to chit chat about. I went straight to our usual meeting place only to be welcomed with an incredulous story. Abass was a marksman in catapulting. He never missed for the third time to kill a bird or bat with a catapult. He killed a bird which got stuck on a tree branch. Abass fell off from the tree and had his right hand and right leg fractured (broken). Trying to seize a tiny meaty dead bird on a tree branch cost him an arm and a leg.

I was smacked into stupor. I thought I was dreaming too as I entered into the thatch roofed room to see Abass turning and gliding restlessly like an injured python with the hand and leg smeared in typical traditional sooth. I looked into his eyes for a moment without uttering a word. I sighed deeply and left.

Three days time, his friend whose motorcycle he borrowed came with a taskforce to confiscate all Abass' belongings for his inability to produce the motorbike.

So, why share this story with you? I saw Abass today. He is not paralysed but I am truly devastated. I am pretty sure that he can't buy a bike's tyre now!

This world has never been fair or is it the case of no condition is permanent?

Morals:
- Education is the oxygen of success: success through other avenues is great but that of education is of everlasting greatness!
- Don't make a decision when in distress: making decision in distress/anger is determined by variables faraway from the brain.
- Don't sacrifice your primary reason to live to your secondary reason to grow. Before you grow, you must live first.
- God can bring you from hundred to zero in a blink of an eye and vice versa! Prayer is one of the tools to change for the better or maintain for the good!

What moral can you deduce from the story?