#AIR-CLINIC WRITING CONTEST 15: Poverty, The Elder Cousin Of Diseases!
Thank you @air-clinic for this wonderful opportunity.
A sick mind(poverty) is a sick life (diseases). Being poor is the last thing i can curse/wish my worse enemy. Diseases weaken one physcially while poverty weakens mentality.
Im Mike by name. Born to the family of five (5), three(3) boys and two(2) girls. We live in an uncompleted building with three bedroom flat shared by three families, no window, not plastered,no electricity. Surrounded by bushes that exposes us to harmful animals and enviromental hazard.
There is no best season for us. Come rain, our decken cannot resist the absorption of water into our rooms. During Dry season it seems as if we are closer to the sun or that we are in side sealed metalic object with resultant heat like the last person that entered hell forgot to lock the gate.
As this things are simutaniously going, my dad was hospitalized after he had an accident that broke the bone in his left leg. As time passes by, do to the fact he stays one place for six months, he was diagonised with diabetes disease which almost claimed his life because there is no money to visit hospital when the signs and symptoms were envelpoping. We hardly mingle with others because of shame and embarrassment from peers and neighbours alike.
We take each passing day as we see it. We try to engage with works to help ourselves but all to no avail, making it look like we entered this world through backyard. Like everythings is turning against us. We only feed through my mothers trade while my father has no steady work.
Never in your life wish to be like anybody. Be like yourself.
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