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Ogunsola Olanrewaju Olalekan

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Richard Brown was a renowned man in a small village named Ewutuntun, well known for his jovial character especially with children, they come around him, call him DR SMILE! while he waves his hand to them all, old, young, children and even pet, all love him for his great smiles and clean conscience since Seven years ago he moved to Ewutuntun, they all feel very excited with him.


One day, Richard Brown with his usual good gesticulating mood was coming from work, they still called him Dr smile!!! as if they all forgot his real name, some kids even wait for their chocolate and biscuit at his door step. The villagers survive with Dr smile’s home free well water, but the queue have all gone when Mail saw him coming and alerted others, Dr Smile is around!!!~~~ ehhhh! Kids shouting all to meet him for chocolate and biscuit as usual ‘my turn, turn turn’.

‘I love that guy, always in good mood’, even the ladies could not help with their remarks.

The children were all setting for there home while Richard Brown noticed the well was still open, and agreed he was going to close it, it was almost late when Mail (the only kid remaining) hits his balloon to top of the well, I will go get it for you, Dr smile procrastinated. Mail, in seeing that Dr smile’s has forgotten his promise, attempted to help himself but slumped into the well while Dr Smile rushed, trying to grab one of his hands back, but for the chocolate in both palm, mail fled into the well with no much sound.


However, It was witness by him alone, no one else. For fair, shake and fame protection, he never wanted to tell anyone of the manslaughter.

He could not sleep through the night, he resolved to pretend not to have seen the boy, for defense, he began to lawyer himself, Where do the children play? ‘They play around the village’, he answered himself in his mind and claimed to still have good conscience.

The alarming signpost in him never gave him that freeness to responses as he felt mail’s parents must have been worried by now, no one suspected that scene but why did they not welcome me as usual? It worried his mind even after he left Ewutuntun for Ohio, a neighboring village.


Suddenly, he got his ground there too  as people still recognized him as Dr Smile, but, the conscience still troubled him for his ignorance of manslaughter. No one saw him, but one saw him…...you  know the person.


Learning point.

Somehow in our life, we seem to make some uncontrollable mistakes in life, but because we do not express ourselves, we tend to carried more huge burden in life.

*We should always be what we are.

*Free yourself of trouble by not postponing action for the moment.

*Do not break your own heart for consciences' judge.

*Lastly, like Charles Dickens said, 'Never break four things in life- Trust, Relationship, promises and Heart beacuse when they break, they don't make noise but pains alot.

Are You There, God?

There once was an older, destitute man. He had lost his family, his dignity, his work and all his worldly
possessions. The only thing he had left was his faith in God.

One day, he walked along the city sidewalks; homeless as he was. Peering around the city buildings, the passing cars, and
sidewalk shoppers - he remembered a time when he had the love of his wife, the comfort of home, and the camaraderie of his
many friends and successful business partners. Just for one moment, he could feel the love and passion he once used to
enjoy. But then he looked up into the sky, and he could seethe graying clouds rolling overhead; and the wind began to fly
past his ragged shirt sleeves.

Realizing that he was who he was, he knew he had to findshelter before the rains began to fall. Across the street, he
saw the old city park that he used to visit when he was just a child. In the far end of the park, he spotted the old gazebo
he'd frequented with his high school sweetheart. Suddenly, the rain began to fall. These weren't just ordinary raindrops -
they were hard, heavy, and oversized droplets of water that pelted his head and neck like small stones. His walk turned
into a fast run as he struggled to get under the shelter of the gazebo. Shaking off his shirt and wiping the wetness from
his cheeks and forehead, the man sat back on the two-seater swing beneath the gazebo. Then he shook his head in disbelief.
"Is this what life is all about?" he asked, shaking his fist and peering up toward the gray skies, "What more do you want
from me?"

Just then, the sky began to clear and above the skyscrapers he could faintly see some bright hues of red, purple, pink,
and even blue. It was a rainbow; and the sun's rays began to shine through the break in the clouds. Now sobbing, the man
looked back up into the sky, and he asked,

"Are You there, God?"

But there was no audible reply.

A few moments passed when a park ranger made his way up to the old gazebo. "Top of the day to you, sir," he said to the man.The man glanced at the ranger as the voice sounded vaguely familiar. Sure enough, the man remembered the park ranger as a friend he once knew many, many years in his past.

"I think I know you," the man replied to the ranger, "aren't you Ed from the country store?"

The ranger was slightly taken aback as he too recognized the man. But the ranger's name was not Ed; that was his father's
name. "My name is Paul," he said, stretching out his hand to the man on the swing, "Ed was my father."

"Oh," replied the man, "I'm Mark Baker," he paused to shake Paul's hand.

The similarities were uncanny, but Mark certainly remembered Ed, and this ranger was the spitting image of him.

"How'd you know my dad?" asked Paul."Oh, it was so long ago...you wouldn't want to hear how we met," replied Mark.

Taking a couple steps beneath the shelter, Paul said, "Humor me."Mark explained that he and Ed had met each other in the local hospital. Mark had gone there to pick up his lab tests where he and Ed had struck up a conversation while they sat in the
waiting room. By the time all was said and done, he discovered that he was the perfect match for Ed - the perfect kidney
match. "Needless to say," said Mark, "one thing led to another and we were kidney partners for life."

"What happened to you?" asked Paul.

"Wall Street called me, greed took me, and I played my last bit of luck," he replied. Sighing aloud, Mark blinked to clear
the water from his eyes, "and then I lost it all."

"I remember you," said Paul, then he pulled out a photograph from his wallet, and pointed to two men standing side-by-side
by the old country store, "that's you, and that's my dad."

Peering at the old black and white photograph, he could faintly make out the faces of the worn picture, "Sure does
look like me, doesn't it?" asked Mark.

Paul began smiling and he replied, "It is you," then he took a deep breath, "do you know how long I have been looking for you?"

Mark simply shook his head, "Well, you found me...I wish under better circumstances."

Just then, Paul placed his hand upon Mark's shoulder, "I wish my dad would've been able to see you again. He talked about
you all the time...and especially right before he died," Paul sighed, "because of you, he was able to watch me graduate and
get my high school diploma, and later, he got to hold his newborn grandson -- my son."

"Wow," Mark replied, "I didn't realize that one kidney could do all that."

"You don't understand, Mark," said Paul, "when he died, he left you the old country store and the house. It's been
waiting for your return but you never came...until now."

And suddenly, Mark had received his answer...and his solution to his homelessness. It had been there the whole time but it
took him losing everything before he would rediscover the rainbow of hope once again.

Sometimes,it appears that God has forgotten you,things are not going the

way they should.reality deviates from prior expectation.And you ask God ..

Are you still there?.Note that he is always there for us!

Marriage- Told by Ken.

When I got home that night as my wife served dinner, I held her hand and
said, I've got something to tell you. She sat down and ate quietly. Again
I observed the hurt in her eyes.
Suddenly I didn't know how to open my mouth. But I had to let her know
what i was thinking. I want a divorce. I raised the topic calmly.
She didn't seem to be annoyed by my words, instead she asked me softly,
why? I avoided her question. This made her angry. She threw away the
chopsticks and shouted at me, you are not a man! That night, we didn't
to each other. She was weeping. I knew she wanted to find out what had
happened to our marriage. But I could hardly give her a satisfactory
answer; she had lost my heart to Dew. I didn't love her anymore. I just
pitied her!
With a deep sense of guilt, I drafted a divorce agreement which stated that
she could own our house, our car, and 30% stake of my company.
She glanced at it and then tore it into pieces. The woman who had spent ten
years of her life with me had become a stranger. I felt sorry for her
wasted time, resources and energy but I could not take back what I had said
for I loved Dew so dearly. Finally she cried loudly in front of me, which
was what I had expected to see.
To me her cry was actually a kind of release. The idea of divorce which had
obsessed me for several weeks seemed to be firmer and clearer now.
The next day, I came back home very late and found her writing something at
the table. I didn't have supper but went straight to sleep and fell asleep
very fast because I was tired after an eventful day with Dew.
When I woke up, she was still there at the table writing. I just did not
care so I turned over and was asleep again.
In the morning she presented her divorce conditions: she didn't want
anything from me, but needed a month's notice before the divorce.
She requested that in that one month we both struggle to live as normal a
life as possible. Her reasons were simple: our son had his exams in a
month's time and she didn't want to disrupt him with our broken
This was agreeable to me. But she had something more, she asked me to
recall how I had carried her into out bridal room on our wedding day.
She requested that everyday for the month's duration I carry her out of
bedroom to the front door ever morning. I thought she was going crazy. Just
to make our last days together bearable I accepted her odd request.
I told Dew about my wife's divorce conditions. She laughed loudly and
thought it was absurd. No matter what tricks she applies, she has to face
the divorce, she said scornfully.
My wife and I hadn't had any body contact since my divorce intention was
explicitly expressed. So when I carried her out on the first day, we both
appeared clumsy. Our son clapped behind us, daddy is holding mummy in his
arms. His words brought me a sense of pain. >From the bedroom to the
sitting room, then to the door, I walked over ten meters with her in my
arms. She closed her eyes and said softly; don't tell our son about the
divorce. I nodded, feeling somewhat upset. I put her down outside the door.
She went to wait for the bus to work. I drove
alone to the office.
On the second day, both of us acted much more easily. She leaned on my
chest. I could smell the fragrance of her blouse. I realized that I hadn't
looked at this woman carefully for a long time. I realized she was not
young any more. There were fine wrinkles on her face, her hair was graying!
Our marriage had taken its toll on her. For a minute I wondered what I had
done to her.
On the fourth day, when I lifted her up, I felt a sense of
intimacy returning. This was the woman who had given ten years of her life
to me.
On the fifth and sixth day, I realized that our sense of
intimacy was growing again. I didn't tell Dew about this. It became easier
to carry her as the month slipped by. Perhaps the everyday workout made me
She was choosing what to wear one morning. She tried on quite a few dresses
but could not find a suitable one. Then she sighed, all my dresses have
grown bigger. I suddenly realized that she had grown so thin, that was the
reason why I could carry her more easily.
Suddenly it hit me... she had buried so much pain and bitterness in her
heart. Subconsciously I reached out and touched her head.
Our son came in at the moment and said, Dad, it's time to carry
mum out. To him, seeing his father carrying his mother out had become an
essential part of his life. My wife gestured to our son to come closer and
hugged him tightly. I turned my face away because I was afraid I might
change my mind at this last minute. I then held her in my arms, walking
from the bedroom, through the sitting room, to the hallway. Her hand
surrounded my neck softly and naturally. I held her body tightly; it was
just like our wedding day.
But her much lighter weight made me sad. On the last day, when I
held her in my arms I could hardly move a step. Our son had gone to
school. I held her tightly and said, I hadn't noticed that our life
lacked intimacy.
I drove to office... jumped out of the car swiftly without
locking the door. I was afraid any delay would make me change my mind...
I walked upstairs. Dew opened the door and I said to her, Sorry, Dew, I
do not want the divorce anymore.
She looked at me, astonished, and then touched my forehead. Do
you have a fever? She said. I moved her hand off my head. Sorry, Dew, I
said, I won't divorce. My marriage life was boring probably because she
and I didn't value the details of our lives, not because we didn't love
each other any more. Now I realize that since I carried her into my home on our
wedding day I am supposed to hold her until death do us apart.
Dew seemed to suddenly wake up. She gave me a loud slap and then
slammed the door and burst into tears. I walked downstairs and drove
At the floral shop on the way, I ordered a bouquet of flowers
for my wife. The salesgirl asked me what to write on the card. I smiled
and wrote, I'll carry you out every morning until death do us apart.
That evening I arrived home, flowers in my hands, a smile on my face, I run
up stairs, only to find my wife in the bed – dead.
The small details of your lives are what really matter in a
relationship. It is not the mansion, the car, property, the money in the
bank, blah..blah..blah. These create an environment conducive for
happiness but cannot give happiness in themselves. So find time to be
your spouse's friend and do those little things for each other that
build intimacy.