|life in the arid (standard:Inspirational stories, 590 words)|
|Author: Dhiblawe||Added: Sep 21 2014||Views/Reads: 870/0||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|I was born and breed somewhere in the semi arid plains of horn of Africa|
I was born and breed somewhere in the semi arid plains of horn of Africa a prominent mark in the map of Africa and that of the planet earth situated in such a geographically distinct location in the colored continent. Like any other arid place in the world, life meant great hustle, continues trials and triumphs but that is how life has been since the Neanderthal era. There is popular English proverb that goes ‘necessity is the mother of all inventions' people in the horn have always found ways to keep on moving even when natural calamities dictated otherwise. A living testimony are my very own parents and grandparents and those who lived in the horn before them have all drunken life from the vinegary glass. My dear mother among many loving mothers had braved and tested such a sorrow life, by giving birth to me and my loving siblings, at a time when life was even impossible to imagine. I was born at a time when drinking water was almost impossible to come across, when hunger was a daily experience, when there was no clinic to get antenatal care or a pharmacy, when there was no medicines to arrest bleeding or pain in that sense, where there was no vaccines to boost the Childs immunity, where there was no qualified nurses to attend to a mother who is in labor or doctors to perform cesarean sections in case it was needed. I was born at a time when life was nearly meaningless and death was predictable. My mother as poor as vulnerable as she was, she withstood the most treacherous and unforgiving times of her life to give birth to me and to breastfeed me and most of all to care for me from all the predators and epidemics that was rampant at that time; such as killer infections, hunger and other natural calamities that existed at that time of life. As soon as I was able stand up right, I was taught the rules and values of life in the arid land, the survival skills, and social responsibilities and my role in the family. At the age of six I was a camel boy and at the age of twelve, I was an independent thinker who knew the ways of life, the dos and don'ts in the arid lands of Somalia. As far as the thoughts of those haunting and life banishing moments are concerned. much of what it was and what I can remember about my past struggle have influenced my attitude towards life and shaped me in a solid and positive manner. although many of my childhood friends did not reach much far than their parents and even though some of them didn't believe that there was a better world than the one they found living with their parents I took a different and strange life discourse and pushed hard the shell of ignorance. I always had the believe that ‘success is not a chance but a choice' that one chooses. I reconciled with my past and made a positive outlook about life and imagined a better and prosperous life head. It sticks hard in my sub-conscience mind that I am who I am because of those times of my life that had contributed and shaped my inner being my thought my goals and objectives in life. Knowing who I was and where I am from, is as important as knowing where I am going and what kind of person I want to be in life; Tweet
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