Hushed Echoes

Then all of a sudden he picked up an empty packet of matches and threw it through the window, the bird instantly took a flight, disappearing into the air.

As he rested his head back on the pillow, his mind went back to his line of thought before the sudden interruption, he began to wonder how fred virtually became his benefactor, never in his wildest imagination has Marco dream that the same boy he was fond of playing with in their house would be the one feeding him today.

This seems to be one of the ironies life strike at the middle of the night, while you sit down comfortable awaiting the evening moon to appear in the sky, much to your dismay you discover that instead of the moon, rain had come to shatter the evening.

If it had not been for the little help his mother rendered to Fred’s parents, maybe things would not have been this easy between him and Fred, there is nothing in this world that matters most like giving a helping hand to a fellow human being.

Marco proposed in his heart that he would live the rest of his life for humanity, despite the fact that he was as living in hostile society where everyone wants to reap where they did not sow and those who have sown, went to reap more than they have sown.

As if to prove the point to himself, he stroked the side of his face, therebi making a vow never to relent in his desire to always be of help to people because he would one day receive his reward.

There is no other person on Earth apart from his mother that inspire him like Fred, and that’s why he put Fred in his everyday prayer. Few period he had been with him, Fred has done what a brother would not have done for a brother.

Fred was a totally different man who was never given to perversity, he was always honest, gentle and easy going, Fred would prefer not eating atall when he sees somebody who had nothing to eat, if someone is in need, he would rather use the money he would have used in feeding himself to solve that person’s problem.Content © NôvelDrama.Org.

A colleague of him ran to him one early morning two days after Marco arrived, informing him that his younger brother had a protracted hernia, and needed an urgent surgical operation, if it were to be someone else they would have complained bitterly to the man in need, that they did not have enough money, but no, Not Fred.

He wholeheartedly gave out the last cash with him, not minding he had to purchase somethings for the house, how Marco wished everyone will be like Fred, then the world would be a better place to live in, and trusting someone would not have been a hard nut to crack.

Invariably it has been like that, the world comprises of two contradictory set of humans hearts; white and black.

The white ones are like the owl, whose round eyes foment problems.

That’s the mystery of cosmology, it’s something that is beyond human comprehension and could only be understood by the creator.

The basic things that human being should attempt in whatever challenges is adhering to a gratifying behavioural pattern, though it might seem very difficult to compromise when one is confronted with mind blowing experience, but if one is guided by the principle that forebearance is the fruit of self-control, it would not be difficult in shaping and guiding one’s behavior.

This was the principle that guided Marco’s reasoning after that sad event which threatened his life the day before.