EMILY KEMET By: Mr Dennyz

Emily Kemet was an African lady,

She was a tall, lovely and dark skinned maiden,

Her skin glows like that of a new born baby

She was beautiful from sole to crown,

And she lived in a small hut downtown,

She was 38years old,

And she lived all alone.

Every night, she'd ponder and wonder on why life's been so unfair to her, why life isn't treating her right and what wrong she could have done to life.

She was beautiful, she really was, but she was unlucky. She had no man to call her own. Maybe it was her destiny to live her life alone.

Although, she once had a man (mystery man) years back when she was 20, but he disappeared and left her with a letter of just six words; "I will be back for you". Emily is 38 now, and mystery man is not back for her yet.

On one beautiful morning, she was dressed up in her most beautiful dress, cooked her favourite food and she ate. Hmmm! What a nice dream she must have had, a dream she'd never wake up from to tell. Emily had poisoned her food. She thought she had come to this world at the wrong time, she decided to end it all. She committed suicide.

Just few minutes after, there was a knock on her door, it was mystery man, he was finally back for her, but it was too late. He knocked and knocked but there was no answer from within. He forcefully opened the door, Lo and Behold, there she was, his beautiful lady, gorgeously dressed, lying down on the floor, lifeless. He tried to wake her up but he was trying to wake a body without a spirit and soul.

He cried, but no amount of tears could bring her back to life, she was gone and gone forever. If only she had waited for just few minutes more, maybe things would have changed, maybe she would have been happy again, maybe she would have had a reason to stay alive. But the deed had been done and can't be undone.

Are you like Emily Kemet? Do you find life so unbearable and you think it's not worth living? If only you'd just wait for few minutes more, you will be happy again. I know you've been struggling and hustling but you're not getting result, stay determined, focused and positive and verily I say unto you, You shall be happy again. 'GIVE IT MORE TIME'

"PATIENCE" and "ENDURANCE" two of the major recipes for a successful life.

#Give_It_More_Time

#Be_Inspired

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