Air clinic contest : Poverty the elder cousin of diseases

He could not stand the cry of his children, he barely escaped the trick he played on them yesterday.
An empty pot of food was kept on the fire for hours hoping they sleep and forget about the food that night, after encouraging them to drink water while in wait for the food to get cooked.
Now it was morning, the sleep could not take away their hunger, he felt he should run away, but his dignity wouldn't allow him. Mama nkechi who has been kind enough to sale for him on credit for the past three weeks could no longer sale for him.
His misfortune started the night his shop got burnt loaded with the goods he bought on credit. Since then, the world stopped moving for him. From one problem to another. First, the children stop schooling, then the sales of all his house fitting to settle his debtors and now hunger which became the last stroke that broke the Carmel's back. The colour of poverty was painted all over his household (ulcer, malnutrition sicknesses e.t.c).
What have I done, this temptation is too much for me, he lamented in prayers, but he never knew that poverty the elder cousin of disease was knocking at his door step.
His wife, mama emeka who has been strong and supportive since the beginning of this problem could not help, but felt guilty for her past extravagant lifestyle, and regret not starting her own business. Poverty knocked its hardest punch when she was diagnosed with hypertension, ulcer was already a companion in the household. Fifty thousand naira is needed for her medication the doctor said. Of what relevance is my life if my wife die in my eye and i have nothing to do he said. He was already thinking of suicide.
It was now morning after his food trick on his children and planing an escape route from his crying children only for him to be knocked down by an okada man.

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