The Scar On My Foot – The Meat Seller and His Boy


While I went home to the alley of the animated market of Egbeda, the traders called passers -by while other merchants. The runners of Okada unadvocate without discernment for passengers. In this potpourri of confused sounds, I noticed a gentle drama that brought back the memories of an childhood experience I had. A meat seller had his son screaming on his towers, with his left hand, he held the hands of the guys and, with his right hand, he sharpens his knife. And when our eyes met, he said, laughing: “Don’t beg where I will cut my hands.” I also laughed.
How I have the scar
I was six when my father threatened to cut my leg if I don’t stretch it for treatment. And in my innocence, I thought he would do it as he kept the machete next to my leg. The thought of a greater pain to have my cut leg made me give it up. The incident that led to this event occurred. There was a burning bush with a pâté of houses. Someone had set fire to dried corn rods on their farm and that, as expected, attracted all the children around, including me. I found a comfortable place to sit in the middle of the road and looked at how other children entered and beat the fire with sticks that had nylon attached to the tips.
It was fun to see how the fire flakes jumped into the sky with explosive sounds. And looking with admiration, I saw how a nylon in fire was going beyond the department and went down, not knowing that it would land on my left foot. I don’t remember pain but I can’t forget how I cried when I was brought home. The scar, always obvious to my foot, is a daily reminder of the dangers inherent in being a spectator on the stage of life. How is it that children who played in fire have never been burned?
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A seated duck is an easy target.
Life rewards fat
It is more risky for an airplane to stay on the ground than to be in the sky.
My mother told me that when I was a child, I rarely played with other children. I have always seated a distance and watched them play. It was this behavior, but not bad in itself, which gave me a permanent scar. I’m really happy that it taught me a precious lesson that life only rewards those who come out and make things happen and not to those waiting.

Whoever observes the wind will not sow; And the one who considers the clouds will not harvest. – Ecclesiastes 11: 4
Take this risk!
Why are we sitting here until our death? -2kings 7: 3-20
The biblical event of the four leper men summarizes my reason for writing. They were ostracized by society to be spectators, but that day, they decided to become actors, they not only saved their lives, but also those of countless others in the city. Today, I don’t sit on myself anymore and no longer look. I went beyond throwing my hat in the ring to build it because I have known the consequences of being a spectator and also, I tasted the awards to put my best foot forward.

I will finish this play with the story of the crow and the rabbit. A crow was seated on a tree doing nothing all day. A little rabbit saw the crow and asked him, “Can I also sit like you and do nothing all day? The crow replied: “Of course, why not.” Thus, the rabbit sat on the ground under the crow and rested. Suddenly, a fox appeared, he jumped on the rabbit and ate it. The moral of this story is, to be seated and do nothing, you must be seated very, very high.
The ball is in your yard. Do with that as you wish.