BEAUTY IS IN THE EYES OF THE BEHOLDER: THE BAD LUCK MAN.

Mr John has been a very lonely man from the beginning of his life. Literally, he doesn’t get along with people because he doesn’t know how to begin and end conversations. He is an introvert.

Life taught him a lot of lessons and one of them is being a drop out of school with the reason being that his parents died in an accident while he was just four. His uncle who took him in was not that stable with his business having that he is a drunkard and womanizer.

Things began to fall apart when his aunty accused John of manhandling her children and also stealing from her because he stays with her in the shop. He ran away at age twelve to fend for himself since everyone saw him as one evil bad luck that happened to humanity. First, his parents and now his uncle’s wife, who will be next? Everyone feared.


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In this land foreign to him, he decided to push barrow. At least that could help him keep body and soul together. He began and used it to push himself through highschool but wasn’t able to write the West African Examination (WAE) because he didn’t pay for the exam. He found it hard to talk and so he kept to himself for fear of being misunderstood and insulted. His life went from one bad luck to another and he decided to manage it that way since no body wanted him around.

On a good sunny day he helped a beautiful, tall and figurative lady to wheel barrow her things to the motor park. Unfortunately for him, the tyre was flattened by a sharp object and almost the luggage fell into a pothole of dirty water. The Lady was raged. She almost slapped him but he dodged and was pleading like his life depended on it. His life actually depended on it because she might be anybody who could arrest him – so he thought. He has been arrested on numerous occasions for things he knew nothing about. Because he was tired of pleading innocence for his life, he gave up on wanting people to know the truth. He would just relax and be in the cell until the police were tired of him. Hopefully, he wasn’t taken to a prison.

The lady forgave him and called on another barrow pusher to park the luggage. Mr john helped with it and still followed her begging not to be angry. He went ahead and paid for the job done by another to show how pained he was too. He had to wait also for the Lady to board the bus and it had to depart before he could leave there. He valued relationship though almost nobody wanted a relationship with him as a friend, talk more of another level of friendship.

The lady went home and reflected on the event and wondered what manner of personality Mr john was. She is a therapist, so she knows the feeling of someone who was being pushed about by life. She was human too.

The Lady, Neche by name, went back to that market looking for John because she could not concentrate on anything each time the thought came to her. Normally, these barrow pushers would retaliate at any given circumstances of rightful intimidation but this one, she felt , was different; and this made her more curious to know him and perhaps help him out in any possible way she could.


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Neche, after weeks of searching, finally found him eating at a kiosk: bread and water – a meal for the day. She approached him and immediately, he jerked off the floor and started pleading again – he thought that she had come back for revenge of some sort. She comforted and relaxed him; took him out to a better restaurant where he had a sumptuous meal.

However, she tried all she could to get him into a conversation but he was too beaten by situations to let his guard down on that. He vowed not to talk to people except they talk to him first – this way, he could abort any mission of failed conversation before hand. This was how bad situations had shaped him.

Neche, a kind heart, hosted him everyday for two weeks trying all possible ways to make him break his silence. Being a therapist, she had encountered a lot of patients similar to his and understood the trauma all along. The third week was favourable as he was the one that began the conversation. Neche was happy. So happy that she hugged and kissed him. And immediately his countenance changed. It was as if cold water was poured down his spine. She acted on her emotions because as the weeks passed by together, they became fond of each other.

Weeks later, people began noticing dramatic change in John’s life. He became very bright. Happy. Full of life. Easily starting up conversations with people. People came closer to him for how jovial he had become and for how full of life he has achieved. The rest, they say, is history.

Beauty is in the eyes of the beholder. Neche saw him as a potential good and dream achieving man while others saw him as a bad luck to humanity.

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