Tuesday, 22 September 2015

My Fish



He wanted my fish
I objected
He asked again
I refused
He pleaded
I said “No!”
“Why take my fish?”
I had a better deal to offer
I made the offer
He wasn’t interested
He wanted my fish
I tried to persuade him
“Let me show you the lake…
You can catch a million fishes there…
You can eat and still be rich” I said to him
He shrugged
Rolled his ignorant eyes at me
And stretched out his hand to grab my fish
I was amazed at his foolishness
Why take my fish?
Just to put it in a dish?
Why not seize the opportunity and catch a million fishes
Sell them
Make some money
Fill your empty purse
And go catch some more
Why dwell in a moment
And forsake a bright future
Why beg me for one
When you can lend me a thousand and one
Why bask in poverty
When you can swim in riches
The mindset of an ignorant man
I gave him my fish
And watched him stroll away in joy
Like a child with a new toy
What a pity!
Where ignorance abounds
So does poverty dwell



By Sylvia Chika
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