Good things dont last

This happens to be the place I feel at ease letting off my frustrations. Before we start a good promising streak of nothing but how life will be brilliant, walk with me through this dark phase. The light is at the end of the tunnel and I really don't know if I just started my walk in or am I in the middle or close to the end. I don't know either.

Today morning I woke up to some sad news. My milk delivery guy back at home passed on. Tragic. Oh, for those wondering about a milk delivery guy. Back at our home we get milk delivered to the door from the farmer. The motorist takes milk from different farmers, come and sell to us at the suburbs. This man grew with us through our lifes.

A week and a half ago, our milk man had an accident and broke his limbs and I guess he got some severe injuries which he succumbed to yesternight. I am sad because I saw his hard work through the years. From one hustle to another. Raising up his family, and finally having her daughters get the campus. Man was a happy soul, on the motorcylcle but proud man to have his children studied this far. Anyway I am dissapointed that he couldnt enjoy the fruits of his labour. 

Life has no balance though. The good things dont last long. (Translated from kiswahili proverb 'chema hakidumu'. He will be remembered the longest. 

Blessed day folks .

Love.

TUSHEE




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