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OK steemians, glad to have you back again. I wasn't able to post something for some times now, truth be told guys; it was due to the bad state of my phone. But I just realized that I can use it even at that......
Today in school.
The settings is the earth and location is a very small village called kafanchan Kaduna state Nigeria west Africa.
It was Thursday the 7/06/18, we came to school and lined up on the assembly ground, we sang, danced, and clapped our hands like we always do. It was indeed a bright morning and a good one to be in school as we could see the sun shining so bright beyond the ozone.
We all matched into our classes to learn.
At about 8:59am (Nigerian time), it was time we learn a little on mathematics (counting numbers to be precise). And so I came to teach these vibrant, adorable, and smart kids again. The lesson went on very smooth.
I then asked one of the pupils called Destiny to stand up and count number 1 to 10.
He stood up boldly and said "1,2,4,5,6,7,8,9,10."
I said "good boy! But you forgot to include number 3"
And he said "yes Uncle. That is because I don't like number 3"
I said "why?".
And he replied "I lost my Daddy when I was 3 years old. He had an accident at about 3 pm along with his other 3 colleagues, the vehicle turnbulled 3 times, and was rushed to the hospital but later died at about 3 am the next day.".....
At that point I saw the reason why Destiny really hate number 3 with a passion......
Message=
it OK to feel bad about something, but let there always be a limit.
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