Reminiscing on the couch in my living room, I wonder what brought me thus far. Before I continue, I will like to introduce myself simply as Anonymous. Yes, I am really anonymous. I represent all those who quest for good living. However, I must state that my quest has led me through a chequered path.
What I thought of foreign lands: a land flowing with milk and honey |
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Then came the much awaited day, and a journey that lasted a decade before we landed into my dreams. Here I am in the country I have so much dreamed of. But all was still vague. The euphoric feeling was mixed with sadness because I could not locate one of my luggage: the luggage that contained my most essential belonging. Phew!!! I have come, I soliloquized. Actually that heralded the torrents of sad memories and encounters. I felt a chilling breeze of regret and solitude. But whom I shall I run to, whom shall I beckon? I was alone in a strange land, amid strange faces. Now part of the "visible minority" of the country.
That is my story. But I am grateful for life, my "oversea" travel was vain; it thought a lot like how to be considerate and focused, knowing that if you work hard, you will earn. However, my piece of advice to all who dream of leaving his country of birth in the hope of striking an "oil well" abroad is that if you have something doing that puts bread on your table, do not abandon it in the hope that better things are "abroad". You may not find it rosy at the starting point. And if you do not persevere, you may lose it all.
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